【Demons Arise from the Heart】(3) Family Meeting

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Family Meeting
Don't underestimate my excessive smoking, drinking, and masturbation over those few months. Not only did I suffer greatly, but
it also directly caused inconvenience to my wife's life. Imagine, a woman in her early thirties,
the most beautiful time of her life, if she deviates from the normal life trajectory of a woman after giving birth,
for example, lacking a sex life, how helpless and bitter she must feel.
I can't describe how awkward that situation was, but I know that my previous actions were obviously
selfish and irresponsible. For someone like me, deeply mired in this mess, how to make up for my
mistakes, how to bring happiness to my wife—that's what a husband should think about and
do most.
I know that smoking and drinking are things I can't give up in my current life,
so I need to eliminate them first. But how do I do that...? The fact
that a dream can excite me so much is no accident. Five thousand years of Chinese culture has determined its
lifeline. The Confucian ideology passed down for thousands of years, besides respecting teachers and valuing the Way, also teaches us to respect the elderly
and care for the young. This is a transmission of cultural thought, and also a form of inheritance. At the same time, I deeply know that
anything contrary to Confucian thought is not allowed, especially in terms of ethics.
Why would someone take the risk to steal or rob, even becoming hopelessly mired in such vices? What I'm saying may seem
contradictory to what I've said above, but that's the reality. Because taking risks brings
different feelings—money-related, materialistic, and spiritual. This undoubtedly stimulates
people's senses and nerves, making them realize that even a candle flame can attract them like a moth, causing them to relentlessly rush
towards it, succumbing to the burning desire of that moment.
Taboo acts violate morality and are unacceptable to society. This is why, throughout
history and across dynasties, various constraints have existed to prevent family members from breaking ethical boundaries and
committing acts against social norms. However, throughout history, even imperial families have experienced such acts, which
have been repeatedly prohibited yet persisted; how much more so ordinary people
? What is a taboo? Simply put, it's something forbidden and unacceptable. What constitutes a violation of social norms?
It's violating common sense and ethics. As for acts of this violation within the five degrees of kinship, to put it more bluntly,
it's incest.
Imagine different generations committing such forbidden acts; the age difference
and the different ways they address each other are undoubtedly arousing, and how unrestrained and
outrageous they would be!
Although we have left the old feudal society, who can guarantee that such things don't happen around us
? It's just that these things are little known or unknown to most people, ultimately covered up by the saying "family scandals shouldn't be aired
in public," and scattered among the masses, rarely known to the general public.
I personally firmly believe that incestuous acts definitely exist. Since the word "incest" exists,
such things must happen. With modern technology so advanced, the internet frequently circulates stories of elderly men molesting young
women, teenagers causing their mothers to become pregnant, and fathers-in-law marrying their daughters-in-law and having children. Aren't these all
telling us about the existence of incest? And these are just the reported cases; there must be many more unreported
.
After the dream, I was like a man possessed, constantly thinking, why do such things exist?
Isn't it simply because life is now comfortable? As people's quality of life has improved, so has their spiritual
quality of life. People are now looking for ways to have fun and solve their emptiness and loneliness.
As the saying goes, "When people are well-fed and warm, they think of lust," and this is absolutely true; I have experienced it deeply myself.
I admit my mental state is somewhat gloomy, partly due to my frequent browsing of pornographic websites
. Coupled with my wife's impending childbirth, the inability to have physical intimacy with her, coupled with
the pent-up frustration after social engagements, led to a physical emptiness, prompting me to resort to masturbation, a past I had abandoned,
to satisfy my needs.
Frequent masturbation has made my sex life with my wife somewhat unsatisfactory; I often need
her assistance to achieve an erection, and even then, the duration and hardness are insufficient. This situation feels
like a dead end, causing considerable psychological distress.
However, since that absurd sexual dream I had, within just a day or two, my body seems to have been summoned
back. Whenever I fantasize about my wife being pinned down by my father, although I feel incredibly guilty—feeling
I've let down my father's love and my wife's unwavering devotion—I surprisingly
experience a surge of excitement amidst this guilt. My penis quickly becomes erect and full, which is something I never expected.
If there was any one regret, it was only the problem of premature ejaculation. Actually, at this point,
premature ejaculation was no longer important.
My mind was caught in this volatile internal struggle. When my wife returned to the bedroom, seeing
her flushed face, my desire surged, and I immediately pounced on her, no longer caring about anything else.
Her black pantyhose were pulled down, and seeing me like a hungry wolf with no foreplay whatsoever, my wife struggled for a moment, saying,
"Why are you in such a hurry, you stinky husband? The baby's diaper isn't even..." Her sensitive body stopped
struggling as soon as my hard, iron-like penis touched her. Her eyes, filled with desire, turned back to look at me deeply, and
she said coquettishly, "Give it to me," casually tossing the diaper onto the bed.
My wife's "Give it to me" was trembling; she must have been incredibly shocked.
This was the second time I had initiated intimacy with her. After that experience in the morning, and this sudden
attack in the evening, how could my wife, at the peak of her sexual desire, not like her husband's current state?
He lifted his wife's nightgown, revealing her round, pert, dark buttocks, covered by a layer of...
The sheer black pantyhose, glistening alluringly under the light, inflamed
my excitement as a man who loves beautiful legs and stockings. My wife's plump, stocking-clad buttocks, like a ripe peach, constantly stimulated
my taste buds, making me even more impatient.
To be honest, I hadn't even washed my penis. Although cleaning one's genitals takes only a short time, what
time was it? My penis was already rock hard, and a clear, lubricating fluid was secreting from the tip. I was just
waiting to thrust in; who cares about such trivial details!
I pulled off my wife's black pantyhose and inserted my already hard penis into her vagina. At first,
it felt slightly dry, but after a few breaths, my wife's body reacted
. Her vagina became incredibly lubricated, as if coated with oil. The tight opening and the constantly writhing flesh instantly gave me waves of pleasure
.
Holding my wife's pert, white buttocks, I jealously fucked her in a doggy-style position. Who told
my dad to see her black-stockinged legs when she was getting a diaper, who told him to see her nipples sticking out?
I didn't care anymore; I wanted to have sex with her in this doggy-style position. I wanted to release
my lust and ejaculate into her plump cunt.
As I thrust wildly, my wife placed her hands on the computer desk, twisting her slender waist and
swaying her plump buttocks to meet my thrusts. With moans, she tightly gripped my lower body, giving
me a thrilling, passionate, and slippery sensation.
Pushing my body, I plunged my penis deep into my wife's flesh, the impact making her round buttocks
ripple like waves of flesh, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, shimmering and
endlessly fascinating.
Panting, I lowered my voice and asked, "Just now... ah... just now what did you say to Daddy?"
My wife, panting heavily, leaned forward, her breasts covered by her pajamas, but unable to stop them from heaving
. Her plump breasts swayed irregularly, and when I reached out to touch them, I felt
milk stains on her pajamas.
Stroking my wife's large, ample breasts, my large hand couldn't cover her 34D breasts at all. I
could only make a claw shape with my palm, cup my wife's nipple, and start to move it up and down.
In the quiet of the night, in our bedroom, my wife, already aroused by my vigor
, trembled and said, "It's all your fault, ah~ you insisted on me, ah~ what if Dad saw?
How embarrassing~"
Hearing the undisguised shyness in her coquettish words, I suddenly thrust forward, using my ping-pong
ball-sized glans to pry open the soft flesh deep inside her. That forceful thrust,
accompanied by a high-pitched moan from my wife, made me feel my glans being constantly washed by hot lava inside her,
my shaft almost melting from her flesh.
At the crucial moment, I had to withdraw my hand from caressing her breasts, instead embracing her slender
waist, and then thrusting hard into her large buttocks. As I thrust, I gasped,
"Ah-ha~ Daddy, before going to sleep~ also writes down~ what happened that day, just like you. He~ he didn't
mean it."
I spoke so quickly I could feel my throat trembling. The guilt I felt towards my father
fueled my excitement.
The slapping sounds seemed to be hitting me more than three times a second. I gasped for breath, my lower
body thrusting in and out of my wife's tender vagina without stopping, my mind replaying
the scene of peeping at the balcony earlier.
"I~ I know~ Daddy isn't that kind of person~ But~ ah~ it's so embarrassing to be seen by him~"
To me, my wife's words were incoherent. I glanced down and saw my wife
shaking her head, her lower body gripping my penis. I could clearly feel the contractions inside her vagina
were much more intense than before.
Hearing my wife say, "I'm so shy!"—that simple, almost embarrassing sentence—I couldn't
contain my excitement any longer. I slowed down my thrusting rhythm slightly, changing to a full-in, full-out motion,
pulling out completely each time and then plunging back in completely. This change in technique obviously gave me more time to catch my breath, while also
bringing my wife unexpected sensations.
I could clearly feel the changes in my wife's lower body again; her folded vagina was contracting incredibly tightly, almost as if
it were about to break my penis.
With my wife's words, "I'm so shy," constantly echoing in my mind, I could no longer bear the intoxicating pleasure her tight body
was giving me. I yelled at my wife, "Even though Daddy is your father-in-law,
he treats you like his own daughter! It's normal for Daddy to look at his daughter's body! Ah! You're squeezing me so tight!"
Then, unable to resist the intense pleasure of my clenched penis, I ejaculated into my wife's vagina.
During ejaculation, I didn't say anything too explicit, nor did I dare talk much about my father and her, fearing my wife
would realize something and call me a pervert.
It's not unreasonable to talk about risqué matters in marital relations; after all, it can stimulate desire and allow couples
to quickly experience the passion of orgasm. But the topic of incest between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law seems to be beyond the
scope of what should be discussed during marital sex. I think this kind of thing can't be resolved overnight. Even if
we are young and I can accept it, my wife might not be able to accept it immediately. It requires slow
guidance, preferably subtly, until her psychological tolerance is sufficient, so as not to
backfire.
Although the penetration was quite pleasurable, I still couldn't escape the time constraint, still lasting about the same time as this morning
, three or four minutes.
This is my third ejaculation since early morning. Logically, after two
ejaculations in a day, the third should last longer, but it still didn't exceed five minutes. This is clearly premature ejaculation and muscle weakness.
Filled with remorse and guilt after venting my frustration, I lay exhausted on the bed, silent, leaving only my beloved wife behind.
Under the bed, alone, I sat contentedly typing on the keyboard, writing in my diary. After that, my eyelids
drooped, and I remembered nothing more...
************
These past few days, I've had sex with my wife a few times, but each time it didn't last long. Although my wife was physically
satisfied, who wouldn't want it to last longer? Given my current situation, she suggested I go to the hospital for a checkup.
She meant, "You're so young, and your body is already like this; what will you do in the future
?" I know she means well, and I can understand the difficulties a woman faces. But
while physical problems can be treated with medication, can psychological problems be solved with drugs too
?
I casually agreed to go for a checkup, but in reality, I was very skeptical. Don't I know my own body
? It's all due to excessive smoking and drinking, and frequent masturbation. Frankly, there's also some
kidney deficiency involved. What's the point of going to the hospital? At most, it'll be a check-up, some medicine, and
if that doesn't work, some traditional Chinese medicine treatment—that's about it.
Seeing my somewhat perfunctory attitude, my wife pouted and began her earnest persuasion, giving me a long lecture
, and finally pulling out her trump card: "If you last longer, isn't that also showing me love?"
Yes, her trump card was like a wake-up call, instantly waking me from my slumber. It made me even more certain
of my physical inadequacy, and at the same time, it gave me crucial information:
my wife's current libido threshold was extremely high, and she desperately needed a man's touch to satisfy her sexual needs.
My wife's words were a wake-up call, and I suddenly thought of a problem.
The differences in the anatomy of men and women mean that their physical changes will differ greatly. As far as I know, even older men
have a certain sexual desire, while women seem to reach menopause, after which their sex life essentially
ceases.
Considering my father is only 53 years old, which isn't considered old by modern standards, he's
at most in his prime.
He's a foreman at the construction site, but when I visit him, he's always working alongside the laborers.
His physique is nothing like that of a 53-year-old man; he's stronger than the forty-something men under his supervision.
To be honest, the only difference between my father and me is his height—he's only about 5 centimeters shorter. Looking at myself,
all flabby and weak, my father is like an ox, with the same physique and energy
. He's far superior to me in every way. I think he still has strong sexual desires.
My mother, on the other hand, is two years older than my father; she's 55 now. And to be honest
, since she moved to the county town, I haven't seen her change her sanitary napkins. She
's probably gone through menopause.
So, it seems my father's physical desires have nowhere to go. Could it be that he, like I did during my childbirth in Zhuangli
, resorts to masturbation? I have no idea.
I can't imagine what would happen if a petite, mature young woman with strong physical desires were to unite with a robust man who has been sexually active for a long time.
Honestly, I can't
imagine what it would be like for my wife and father to be together.
At this moment, seeing my long silence, my wife tugged at my arm and said coquettishly, "Honey~". Perhaps
my deep thoughts made her a little anxious, and she misunderstood that I had undermined her confidence. I looked up at my wife
's beautiful face, and in my reverie, I heard her sweet voice again, "Go get checked out. I'm still waiting for you
to pamper me more."
"I'm still waiting for you to pamper me more"—this sweet, coquettish voice reached my ears, and I felt as if I were inside
an echo chamber, the persistent echo repeatedly striking my heart. If she had said this to me a few months ago
, I definitely would have frowned, because back then I was really struggling to handle my mature wife.
What man doesn't want his wife to be incredibly happy? And what man would dare admit he's
incapable? Saying this brought tears to my eyes; it broke my heart.
I bit my lip, looking at my wife with deep affection, and grasped her delicate little hands,
saying, "Zhuang Li, my darling, I promise you, everything will be alright, for the sake of this family, believe me."
Just like our wedding vows, I said it with utmost solemnity.
Seeing how serious I was, my wife happily kissed me on the cheek, then blushed
and said, "I'm satisfied now, but... but I want to experience it a few more times, I want it to last longer."
After she finished speaking, she blinked her big eyes repeatedly, looking shy and happy.
Since giving birth, Zhuang Li's maternal aura has only grown stronger, radiating a deep, sweet affection and
a natural, mature feminine charm that has left even her husband of six years mesmerized.
This mature maternal aura emanating from my wife is incredibly alluring; the feminine scent she exudes with every smile and gesture
spreads like shockwaves. No wonder other men can't help but steal a second glance at her. I've only just realized this
myself, and I'm utterly powerless against the maternal aura emanating from my wife. If it weren't for
my own inadequacy, how could I have betrayed my wife's love?
Other men coveting my Zhuang Li is something I cannot tolerate, but what if it were my father?
I kept asking myself these questions, and after much thought, I couldn't quite articulate my true feelings
. In short, I wasn't entirely averse to it.
I dismissed these negative thoughts and temporarily stopped dwelling on them. Considering my parents' age,
since it's a medical checkup, it's better for the whole family to go together than for me to go alone. We can also check on both
sets of parents' health; it's a small way for my wife and me to show our
filial piety. When I told my wife this, she wholeheartedly agreed, just as I had expected.
After calculating the dates, I arranged the time in advance and called my friend who works at the hospital to tell
him we were going for our checkups this weekend. With everything arranged, I went to the living room and called my parents to the sofa.
I sat down and then started a family meeting with them.
My parents weren't happy about the medical check-up I arranged for them. Having come from a poor background, they weren't as
open-minded as us young people. They thought that if you're healthy, there's no need for a check-up; it's a waste of money to send money to the hospital,
and it's better to spend it yourself.
After hearing their thoughts, I shared mine. These days, everyone emphasizes health maintenance, and
even if you don't, the government encourages annual check-ups—it's a responsible thing to do, whether it's elders
treating younger generations or younger generations treating elders. Besides, even without the check-up, my parents wouldn't want to
spend the money; they've been frugal their whole lives, and I know their mindset.
My parents insisted the check-up wasn't necessary, so I had to get my wife involved to help persuade them. I told them
that they bought our house, spending so much money on it, but being stingy about a check-up
was unreasonable.
Take myself for example. Although my monthly salary is less than 6,000 yuan, and
there's the extra income from my department, as a deputy department head, how could I
support a family on less than 6,000 yuan a month? It's a joke! Do you think I could have stayed at Nanbangguo Company for so many years?
I explained my current living situation to them and brought up my wife Zhuang Li's salary. Although
she's just a secretary, she earns more than 5,000 yuan a month, right? And that doesn't even include my father's
income.
I told them that when I first started working, to be honest, I had no money. I was completely
dependent on my parents. How much money have I spent on them since I was a child? Shouldn't a son spend money on his parents now? Besides,
the situation is different now. We can't give up just because of a small medical checkup fee, right?
Seeing that I had said so much, my wife chimed in.
She hugged her son and said to her parents, "Money isn't important. Baohua and I just want you two
to be healthy. Mom takes care of the child during the day, which is no easier than our work, and Dad
supervises construction sites, exposed to the wind and sun. What we want is peace and stability, isn't it? If you two are safe and sound
, we'll feel at ease."
Hearing Zhuang Li say this, I was deeply moved by her thoughtfulness. In all these years of marriage, I've never
heard my mother say anything bad about my daughter-in-law. My wife has shown it through her actions, treating
my parents with the same filial piety she shows hers. Everyone has a heart; putting myself in her shoes, my mother knows what's
going on. My father often tells the neighbors that he didn't marry a daughter-in-law, but rather a wonderful daughter.
For my daughter-in-law to receive such praise from my parents makes me, as their husband, incredibly happy
.
I pressed my advantage, saying, "Yes, you've worked so hard your whole lives, and now you're helping us take care of the children.
If we weren't devoted, we'd really be letting you down."
My mother looked at me but didn't say anything more. I saw relief in her eyes; perhaps it's a mother's heart that connects with her son,
because when I looked at her, she smiled kindly back at me.
My father, sitting next to my mother, picked up where I left off, saying, "Baohua, look at what you're saying
. We're family, why are you talking like that? You're our only son, and Xiaoli is also an only child in her maternal grandparents' family
. You two are our daughter and son. We're so glad you think that way. We're just
worried about wasting money!"
My mother chimed in, "Yes, how many doctors in the hospital are truly competent? There are clear regulations
against accepting bribes, but they still do it anyway, without any hesitation."
It seems they misunderstand the doctors in the hospital; frankly, they're just worried about wasting money, and they don't understand the underlying principles
. For healthy people like them, getting a medical checkup was indeed a bit difficult, so I painstakingly
explained preventative medicine to them.
Just as I finished speaking, our son, nestled in my wife's arms, burst into tears. This
commotion sent the whole family scrambling around.
My mother quickly stood up, bent down, and asked with concern, "Is the baby hungry?" My father, rubbing
his hands, added, "He didn't eat much at dinner."
Recalling dinner, our son had been playing the whole time, only drinking a couple of mouthfuls of ground rice porridge, and hadn't
eaten anything else; he must be hungry.
Where we were sitting now, my wife was next to my mother, my father was next to her, and
I was opposite them. When my mother stood up, there was an empty space between my wife and father, and my father,
while speaking, had already looked at my son, his grandson.
I deliberately walked around the coffee table to my mother's right, thus pushing her further to the side. My
mother, wife, and I formed a triangular formation, completely surrounding my wife on the sofa, which inadvertently
allowed my father a clearer view.
Surrounded by my mother and me, my wife held our son's head in her left arm. At first, she tried to soothe him, but when
his crying and screaming didn't work, she slowly unhooked her bra, revealing
her left breast in front of my father.
I bent down, watching the child's anxious crying, while also secretly observing my father's actions.
Trying to do two things at once, I couldn't find a better way to stop the child's crying, so I made small talk, saying, "Judging
by how anxious he is, he must be hungry."
Fathers-in-law usually avoid watching their daughters-in-law breastfeed, and my father was no exception. He had barely stood up when
my keen senses caught him. I darted out, muttering to myself, "I'll get him the chamber pot,"
and deliberately said to my father, "Dad, don't worry about it, I'll get it." I then pushed him further
onto the sofa, bringing him even closer to my wife.
I heard my mother behind me say with concern, "Your breast milk is doing well. If you don't like my cooking, I'll have your husband make
you some more to boost your milk supply. Eating that for a while will be better for the baby." She
quickly brought the chamber pot, and I ran over, handing it to them as I sat down next to my father.
He was on my left. At that moment, my heart pounded so hard it almost jumped out of my throat
.
After my mother's words, my father glanced at his grandson, then turned back
. Seeing me sitting beside him, he smiled but said nothing.
His smile was natural; there was none of the greed or guilt I had suspected. He
was simply squeezed between my wife and me, unable to avoid it.
As an elder, and a male elder at that, my father possessed his own dignity and self-control; he would never
do anything improper, especially with our family gathered together
.
In today's situation, if I hadn't intervened, my father would definitely have avoided it. But
now, if he were to avoid it again, it would seem inappropriate, perhaps too deliberate
.
Thinking of the love my father had shown me when I was a child, my heart clenched. To be honest,
what I'm doing now is somewhat hypocritical and calculating. But I know that ever since I had that absurd dream, I've been
caught in a cycle of urgency. Selfishly speaking, I can only keep comforting and convincing myself that this isn't
just for my personal happiness, but also for my wife and my aging father.
As long as I can get a normal erection, as long as everyone can live happily, I think they'll understand my good intentions
.
Bearing the burden of two mountains on my shoulders, I have to consider my father's feelings while also trying to keep my wife from feeling too embarrassed. I
pinched my thigh hard with my left hand, forcing myself to calm down, but the result was disappointing.
My penis, already hard in my pants, at that moment, all the self-reproach and guilt were replaced by excitement
. I looked at my mother and continued her train of thought, "Mom, please stop talking. Xiaoli is already
feeling the effects of all the supplements, and you want Dad to give her more? She'll be bursting!"
As soon as I finished speaking, my father reflexively tilted his head and looked over. My son, Xiaoyan, seemed to sense someone
staring at him; he inappropriately dropped his mother's nipple and
began looking around with his big, dark eyes. And just like that, my wife's large, plump breasts jiggled, her erect nipples, glistening with milk
, were clearly visible. Even I, sitting on the far left, could see them completely, let alone my father sitting in his seat.
I was certain that my father had seen my wife's magnificent breasts clearly and thoroughly.
After I finished speaking, my mother pointed at me and laughed, "What do you know, child? Breast milk is the most nutritious
. It won't hurt to let the child drink more. Look at how tall and big you are now; you've been drinking my
milk for two years!"
My wife, startled by our son's commotion, hurriedly covered her large breasts with her hands. But Xiaoyan was still in her arms,
and the struggle between mother and son made her soft, white breasts sway even more violently, spilling milk. The
sight made my blood boil; I could feel my glans getting wet.
Two blushes silently rose on my wife's pretty face. She kept soothing the child in her arms,
patting him and whispering, "Good boy, listen to me, eat quickly." She hugged her son's head and put her breast into his mouth
.
As I saw my wife's face flush, I also noticed my father's actions. He had turned his
head back, his hands unconsciously rubbing his thighs, his eyes looking towards the coffee table. While watching my
son in my wife's arms, my gaze kept wandering, and I glanced at my father out of the corner of my eye. This time, I saw that my father
was really embarrassed, and his face turned red, just like my wife's.

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