Intoxicated mother-in-law

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Today is a good day.
After years of hard work, I finally got a promotion, which is a cause for great joy, especially since it's also my girlfriend's birthday. So after work, I declined my colleagues' invitations and rushed home. As soon as I entered the house, I saw my virtuous girlfriend and my elegant future mother-in-law.
After a brief moment of intimacy with my girlfriend and a quick greeting to my mother-in-law, I went to the bathroom. While washing my hands, I unexpectedly noticed my mother-in-law's small handkerchiefs lying nearby. "They smell so good," I thought, taking a deep breath as if I could still smell her faint fragrance.
My mother-in-law is just approaching fifty, but she doesn't look old at all. Standing next to my venerable father-in-law, they look like father and daughter—and in reality, they are about the same age, with a difference of nearly twenty years. My mother-in-law was attracted to my father-in-law, who was a teacher, during their university years. After some ups and downs, they married and had a daughter. Although their life is happy, as time goes by, some things are inevitable: my father-in-law is now in his twilight years, while my mother-in-law is still in the prime of her life.
To be honest, my mother-in-law attracts me more than my girlfriend. This intangible attraction has been quietly growing in my heart since the first time I met my girlfriend
's parents. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I can't help but fantasize about my mother-in-law, this mature woman who is closer to me. Her tall and voluptuous figure is my favorite. Unfortunately, my girlfriend didn't inherit this trait; she inherited more from my father-in-law—slender and gentle. Her beauty is inner, requiring some appreciation to reveal itself, like threads of affection. Even my wildest heart doesn't want to leave her warm embrace. My mother-in-law's beauty was an outward-flowing force: she loved to laugh, was somewhat active, and perhaps her stable life and carefree nature allowed her to transcend the passing of youth, often revealing a coquettishness that should belong to a young girl. Her mature body, combined with that naturally flowing innocence, was more alluring than that of younger women. Although not exceptionally beautiful, she was like a blazing fire, constantly radiating her charm. I don't know how much my decision to settle down with my girlfriend and establish our future was influenced by my mother-in-law. This kind, warm, and considerate woman was my deepest, unspoken love.
Putting down the soiled towel and ending my tedious daydreams, I left the bathroom, intending to help my girlfriend cook, but my mother-in-law and girlfriend together pushed me out, telling me to rest and wait for dinner. These two women were truly wonderful; sometimes I even felt a little guilty for living such a life of being waited on hand and foot. Perhaps this is the happiness of being a man.
I imagine my father-in-law must have been basking in this happiness for a long time. Having such a wonderful wife and daughter, he's truly an enviable man.
I called him, only to learn he was currently out of town teaching at a college and couldn't come back. We chatted for a while, then hung up.
I leaned back on the sofa, eyes glued to the TV, my mind racing, and before I knew it, it was time for dinner.
At the table, the three of us chatted and laughed. I made light of things, making my mother-in-law and girlfriend giggle. We opened a bottle of red wine, and before we knew it, I'd had a few too many glasses. They, easily intoxicated, were gradually becoming drowsy.
There were only three of us in the room. I was sober. One of them was leaning against the sofa, head buried in her arms, while the other was half-sitting in my lap. We were so close, and for some reason, my heart fluttered.
Suppressing those inappropriate thoughts, I carried my girlfriend into the bedroom, then helped my mother-in-law to the guest room.
Half-embracing, half-supporting, my mother-in-law's hair brushed against my face, her warm breath stirring my heart. I carried her to bed, but didn't want to leave, silently gazing at her face.
My mother-in-law's looks were only above average, but her features were well-proportioned, her skin delicate and fair. Under the warmth of the alcohol in our bodies, a thin layer of grime clung to her jade-like skin, radiating irresistible allure in the dim light.
I gently stroked her slightly damp, disheveled hair. Her curved eyes, long eyelashes, and slightly trembling, full red lips seemed to be extending a bewitching invitation.
This was the first time I had been so close to my mother-in-law. My heart was filled with joy and excitement, like a wild colt wanting to gallop freely across this lush grassland.
My hand involuntarily moved to her neck, below which was her loosened collar. Looking down from the deep valley, there was a flat surface, and further down, a verdant carpet of grass.
My mother-in-law groaned twice; she reacted strongly to the alcohol. I figured she'd be like her daughter, lost in a blissful dream, oblivious to everything, sleeping soundly until dawn.
Wasn't this a divine opportunity?
I turned and closed the door, then dimmed the lights. The room was stuffy, and a strange, ambiguous feeling began to stir.
I slowly pulled open my mother-in-law's blouse, and her ample breasts were exposed to my eyes for the first time. As I loosened her bra, those heavy treasures, freed from their restraint, swelled even more. Such a sight was beyond my comprehension. My hands couldn't help but move, removing her lower garment. Perhaps in her dream she craved more freedom; as I removed her bra, her waist even arched slightly, as if welcoming me. This ignited a fire within me.
I held my half-naked mother-in-law in my arms, we were almost naked before each other. A faint blush rose on her face, her delicate nose twitching as she breathed softly. When I slipped my fingers into her mouth, I could feel the saliva on them. Holding such a sexy, alluring body, the young and vigorous future son-in-law couldn't resist the urge to give his all to his lovely mother-in-law.
I straightened my penis, aimed it at her slightly damp entrance, and with a little force, thrust it in. Perhaps her mature body, long deprived of sex, sensed something; my mother-in-law tilted her head back, gasped a few times, and her blush deepened.
I slowly entered, exploring new territory I had never been to before. The deeper I went, the more urgent I felt, as if facing some subtle resistance. But I knew the resistance wasn't strong; with my composure, I finally reached the bottom.
My mother-in-law opened her small mouth, panting heavily under the intense pressure of my penetration. I could feel her body heating up; it seemed some desire was quietly awakening.
I kneaded my mother-in-law's smooth, delicate breasts, pushing upwards from the base of her nipples and then outwards. My hands grew increasingly forceful; a thin layer of fluid had appeared on her breasts, and her skin flushed pink, tempting my hands to explore every inch of her softness.
My mother-in-law's face was flushed. I kissed her lips, my tongue plunging into her mouth, entwining with her fragrant tongue, exchanging saliva. Occasionally, a trickle of frothy saliva would flow from the corner of her mouth, sliding down her smooth face, down her neck, and onto her hair and the pillow.
What a wonderful feeling! The young son-in-law was active on his mature mother-in-law, both of them intimately connected, exchanging bodily fluids.
My movements grew larger, and my mother-in-law's reactions became more intense. She responded to my movements, making sounds that were like panting, like crying. Her face was as red as blood, and the heat emanating from her body would hit my face repeatedly, urging me to thrust even harder. In the midst of the intense activity, I saw her eyes awaken from their daze, filled with disbelief. Her body stiffened for a moment, then struggled and twisted, but under my powerful dominance, it finally softened and yielded once more. Licking away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and looking into her eyes, now clouded again, I knew I had conquered her. I was like a thunder god from above, pounding down with immense, powerful lightning against the demons of the mortal realm who were attempting to transcend their tribulations. I wanted to shatter their will, break their bones, and meld them into my own body.
At this moment, I felt an unprecedented hardness, completely unlike the intimate moments I shared with my girlfriend. My girlfriend was always gentle and weak, her voice soft and gentle, her movements more like passive acceptance than active communication—something that had always been my regret. But now, with her beloved mother, I finally found fulfillment.
I thrust with all my might into the depths of her body. My mother-in-law cried out, her open clothes completely soaked with filth. Her breasts, her full breasts, and her soft, smooth abdomen were covered in filth beads, which kept flowing, converging into streams that soaked us, the sheets, and even into the deep, fragrant grass.
I rode my mother-in-law, my hands gripping her large, full breasts tightly, pressing down on her writhing body as if she were about to leap, thrusting deeper and deeper into her softness. This was my mother-in-law's body; my lovely girlfriend had been born from her flower path, suckling her milk, growing up in her warm embrace. Now, all of that was for me, no longer a mere fantasy.
I pressed against the soft flesh deep within her flower path, twisting my waist as if trying to rotate and drill. The friction and tightness brought waves of aching sensations that made my hair stand on end. My mother-in-law's performance was even more unbearable. She struggled under my pressure, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid and violent. Her body seemed to be on fire, her face and neck flushed red, her beautiful breasts heaving and undulating, while her lower body seemed to have lost control, the sticky fluid soaking the part where we were connected, and the sheets were also soaked.
I held her down, pressing against the softness deep within, enduring the bone-melting, soul-stirring sensation as I rubbed and drilled firmly. I watched my mother-in-law's eyes roll back, drool trickling from the corner of her mouth, her full breasts bouncing in the dim light, until a surge of heat rose in my lower body, and a gush of fluid erupted… The next morning.
"Mom, did you sleep well last night?" I asked casually, pushing open the door to my girlfriend's and my bedroom, seeing my mother-in-law sitting in the living room, lost in thought.
"Ah," my mother-in-law seemed to tremble slightly, but there was no other reaction, only a mumbled, "Not bad, not bad." "Then don't rush back, stay a few more days," I said, staring into her eyes. "Your daughter said she loves sleeping with her mother." My mother-in-law remained silent, her hair falling down, blocking my view.
After washing up, eating breakfast, and gathering my work supplies, I was about to leave when I heard my mother-in-law softly say "Okay."
I turned around abruptly and saw my mother-in-law's slender, full figure, her head bowed as she tidied the dishes I had used.
I smiled and stepped into the morning sunlight.
I know the future will be happy.
*** *** *** *** ***
If I could go back to the past… I'm sure my life has entered a state of lasting happiness.
"Hey little sister, how about we go out for dinner tonight?" I teased, pinching the receptionist's pert bottom.
"Manager, you're so annoying—" the receptionist's voice was sweet and coquettish.
I laughed and walked out of the office building.
"How could I have time to waste with you, you silly boy?" I thought lazily.
Anyone with two beautiful women waiting for them at home would think the same thing as me. Only someone with a screw loose would waste time on roadside wildflowers.
No one can understand my enjoyment.
Every day there are two people waiting for me at home, and they are of very high quality: a housewife at home and a slut in bed.
And, they are mother and daughter.
Who would know my happiness?
A few days ago, at an old classmates' reunion, everyone was showing off their experiences. The silent ones were the disappointed ones, the talkative ones were the triumphant ones, the ones with luxury cars and fancy clothes were the winners in life, and then there were the losers with unnatural smiles, wandering around trying to strike up conversations.
Me? I'm none of any of those.
Actually, I think I'm the real winner in life.
Because I'm closer to the essence of happiness than anyone else.
I don't lack money, I have a house to live in, a car to drive, a successful job, and good health—you see, I don't really need anything special.
While others are smugly comparing and arguing, I wear a warm smile on my face, coldly despising them in my heart.
Everything they have is insignificant to me.
Do you have
boxes of cash? Can they truly satisfy you?
A spacious villa? Don't feel too lonely sleeping at night?
A bureaucratic position? Be careful, don't choose the wrong side one day, or you'll fall and be shattered to pieces.
You see, everything they have is insignificant.
These boring people, obsessed with some illusory halo, recklessly waste their time. They think they have obtained what they want, but they are completely unaware of what they have missed.
They are like fools who rush naked into the sea. When they rush into the sea, they think they have everything, but when the tide goes out, they are still those naked fools.
It's all worthless.
Because I am not a slave to material desires—I am its master.
I don't need to get anything special from others. Everything I have is what I deserve, and it is exactly what I need.
I am already very satisfied.
Except for one thing.
That is my secret little ambition.
Ha.
Actually, I am a slave to another kind of desire.
"Mom—" I said shyly, hugging my mother-in-law who was hanging clothes on the balcony.
My mother-in-law's waist was still slender, and her abdomen was still flat.
Her body trembled slightly, but she neither spoke nor turned around, and continued to do what she was doing.
"Did you miss me?" I said boldly, biting her ear and blowing my hot breath into her ear canal.
There was no answer, but I was used to it. We barely spoke after that passionate night.
I didn't need her answer, because I knew what she was thinking.
Her staying was the best proof.
I slipped my hand inside her clothes, tracing her smooth skin, from her full, large breasts to her delicate, sensitive inner thighs, leaving my fingerprints everywhere.
My mother-in-law's movements were stiff and slow; sometimes, when I touched certain places, her body would tremble violently.
These days, I'd really gotten to her.
Except for the lack of harmony in our attitudes.
But isn't that more interesting—life always needs something to strive for?
I'll win her heart over, and we'll immerse ourselves in an ocean of love and desire.
Then, with her daughter.
We'll be happy, never to be apart.
"Mom's been acting a little strange lately," my girlfriend said worriedly before bed.
"Really?" I replied noncommittally.
"She's changed a lot lately," my girlfriend said confidently, but how could she know why?
"Is she not feeling well?" "She says no, I'm so afraid she might have some illness she's hiding from us." "Maybe something's wrong with your dad." "No way, she would have gone home a long time ago." We lay in bed talking quietly, my girlfriend trying to find out the truth, while I led her astray.
"Could it be that our dad's having an affair?" I said flippantly at the end.
Hearing my words, my usually gentle girlfriend slapped my arm hard, her eyes filled with anger.
I knew she was a dutiful daughter.
I smiled, turned over, and stopped talking.
After a while, my girlfriend reached out and touched the spot where she had hit me. Her body was pressed against my back, and I could feel her warmth and heartbeat.
I didn't turn around, letting her hand apologetically stroke my back, finally falling futilely to my waist.
My back was a little wet; I knew she was silently sobbing.
Why didn't I turn around and hug her?
Why didn't I comfort her?
Why was I so cold
? This wasn't the me I used to be.
I closed my eyes but couldn't fall asleep, and suddenly I felt a pang of self-loathing.
*** *** *** *** ***
"Ah..." My mother-in-law's tense body trembled, and
she breathed softly, gradually descending from her peak of climax. Naked, I held her bare back, playing with her soft, large breasts until her breathing calmed down.
"Talk to her more often. You used to be quite talkative," I reminded her, patting her breasts with my fingers. "Do you want your daughter to notice something's wrong with us?" My mother-in-law, also naked, turned her head away without speaking; she remained as awkward as ever.
"I don't care what she figurees out. At worst, we'll just keep to ourselves behind closed doors. I just wonder what your father-in-law will think." My mother-in-law's body stiffened, but I ignored her and asked with interest, "Tell me, what will your daughter call you when she has a child?" My mother-in-law
suddenly tried to sit up, but I pressed her down with even more force. "Call her Grandma," I said, staring into her eyes. "Or Auntie?" Tears welled up in my mother-in-law's large eyes, and she burst into tears.
I hugged her like a child, patting her smooth back, silently singing a song I'd heard somewhere.
At that moment, I felt unusually calm.
"Ah..." My girlfriend lay on the bed, and I rode on her hips, thrusting.
These past few days, my girlfriend had been trying to mend our relationship. She thought she'd hurt me somehow with her tone and wanted to make amends, so she'd let me enjoy her tenderness. She'd even taken the initiative with those previously hesitant gestures, her coy expression so endearing.
Unfortunately, that wasn't what I truly wanted.
What I wanted was for mother and daughter to share a bed.
"Be gentle," my girlfriend whispered.
But I didn't listen, continuing my vigorous advance.
My girlfriend was pinned to the bed, seemingly buried deep in the soft mattress. From my elevated position, I could see her long, flowing hair, her slender body, and her rounded buttocks. In the center of those buttocks, my wet penis was tightly gripped by a ring of pink skin.
I let out a soft growl, thrusting, and then my semen spurted out.
During this time, I've been juggling two women.
Was it easy for me? I
used the time difference, filling them both up every day. I needed to see their expressions of ecstasy to fall asleep, and even in my dreams, I couldn't help but compare who was more shy, who was more uninhibited that day, and who was more alluring that night.
I've had dark circles under my eyes for over a month now.
My colleagues at work teased me, saying I was too promiscuous and needed to take care of my health.
The receptionists also believed the rumors, watching me from afar and giggling.
Nonsense!
I'm clearly full of energy and vitality, like a dragon soaring through the air! Okay?
I admit I'm a little tired.
Because some things are beyond human control, like talking in my sleep.

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