Mother-in-law's cotton underwear

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At the end of April, my mother-in-law came to my house to take care of my pregnant wife. She repeatedly warned me that the first three months of pregnancy were especially
important and that my wife and I should sleep in separate beds, with her sleeping with my wife. My wife listened to her mother, so I could only agree. As
the weather gradually warmed up, my desire also intensified, and I couldn't help but pay more attention to my mother-in-law. She was 49
years old, with the typical characteristics of a woman her age: fine crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, and a fuller figure,
but her skin was still fair, her figure still curvaceous, and her hair was black, slightly curled and tied back. She exuded
a strong mature woman's aura. Especially her large breasts, which were so swollen they seemed about to burst out of her shirt, and her thin capri pants
tightly hugged her plump buttocks, clearly outlining her underwear. Gradually, I became more and more obsessed with my mother-in-law's plump body,
and I would often go to the balcony to look at her underwear and bra.
My mother-in-law has three pairs of underwear: one pink, one white with floral patterns, and one light blue.
They're all old-fashioned, all cotton boxer briefs, and very finely made. Once, my wife was folding clothes and mentioned that my mother-in-law sewed all the underwear herself;
she wasn't used to store-bought ones. I've also bought a few pairs of boxer briefs like that, but my mother-in-law's seem bigger than mine,
which gives you an idea of how big her buttocks are.
I remember the first time I slept with my mother-in-law was on the night of the Dragon Boat Festival. My wife was working the night shift. When I got home, I was soaked from the rain. I stripped
naked and rushed into the bathroom. My mother-in-law was showering. Although I was shivering from the cold, the moment I saw my mother-in-law's white skin in
the steam , my penis instantly became erect. My mother-in-law was very surprised. She never expected her usually gentle and
polite son-in-law to be so reckless. Before she finished showering or even dried herself, she used one arm to cover her large breasts and
the other to cover her genitals before fleeing the bathroom.
My mother-in-law's white flesh stimulated my penis to a very high level. I only showered for about half a minute before rushing
naked into my mother-in-law's bedroom. She had just put on her white floral underwear, and water droplets
still clung to her protruding belly. She panicked and struggled desperately after I grabbed her, especially when I was pulling down her underwear. She
clung tightly to the waistband, and even when it was down to her knees, she wouldn't give up. I lost my patience and yanked hard; with a whoosh,
the underwear ripped in two. Seeing this, my mother-in-law knew there was no way to salvage the situation. She stared blankly at the half-pant in her hand and
burst into tears.
Without foreplay, and with my mother-in-law uncooperative, penetration was difficult; I only felt the dryness of her vagina. If it weren't for the looseness,
it would been hard to get in. After a few minutes of forced thrusting, I ejaculated prematurely. When I released more than a month's worth of semen deep inside her
, she was drenched in cold sweat, tears streaming down her face, choking back sobs and barely able to breathe. I wasn't much better off. Not only did I not experience
any pleasure, but my penis also felt a slight pain. What surprised me even more was that my mother-in-law had bled.
I used the half of the underwear to wipe the semen from my penis and the blood from my mother-in-law's wounds. I used the other half to
wipe her tears and sweat, then wiped away the semen that had seeped from her vagina, and comforted her a few times. When I returned to the room
, she insisted that I keep the two halves of the underwear. I told her it was a memento of our first night together, and I had kept it.
Afterwards, although my mother-in-law threatened to report me, and I was nervous for a few days, she didn't say anything and didn't dare tell
my wife about it. I was sure she was too proud to admit it, and since the deed was done, she could only endure it.
So , during my wife's subsequent night shifts, I made a concerted effort to get into my mother-in-law's bedside. She realized that her
resistance was futile and that it was better to comply so she would suffer less. She reluctantly gave in,
but repeatedly warned me not to let my wife know, or she would jump off a building. She also insisted that I respect her and
not treat her like a young person, as her body couldn't handle it. Knowing the proper etiquette, I tried my best to
be sweet-talking and gentle, especially when gently and softly removing her underwear. Sometimes she would even lift her buttocks slightly, which I would then place under
her. These cotton underwear were absorbent, protecting the sheets, and convenient for wiping my penis and genitals afterward. More importantly, I felt a psychological pleasure using my mother-in-law's underwear as a bedclothes, especially the next morning when she had to clean it before my wife came home. As she struggled to wash it, I would instinctively hug her from behind, caressing her breasts and belly. Knowing she couldn't refuse or avoid me, my mother-in-law, at most wiggling her hips, eventually gave in. So, she scrubbed her underwear while I scrubbed her large breasts. By the time she finished, her underwear was soaked with her vaginal fluid. My mother-in-law told me several times to use a small square towel instead of her underwear, saying that if she washed it a few more times, both of her underwear would tear and wouldn't be clean. She didn't even dare hang them on the balcony, afraid my wife would see the indelible stains. I firmly refused, telling her I enjoyed watching her wash her underwear, enjoyed seeing her wearing uncleaned underwear. Besides calling me a pervert, she had no other choice. But she repeatedly asked me for the torn white underwear, warning me that if my wife found out, everyone would be in trouble. I replied, half-heartedly, "Don't worry, I've put it in a safe place. As long as you behave, I'll return it to you when the time is right." Actually, I always kept it in the toolbox of my garage, occasionally taking it in my car to and from work. My mother-in-law searched the whole house, of course, but couldn't find it. Sometimes, watching my mother-in-law directing me to back up in the garage in the rearview mirror, with the toolbox containing my underwear just a step away from her heels, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. The fifteenth of the seventh lunar month is commonly known as the Ghost Festival. My mother-in-law insisted on going back to her hometown to pay respects at my father-in-law's grave. My wife's belly was noticeably protruding, making it inconvenient for her to go, so she asked me to drive her mother-in-law, repeatedly instructing me to take good care of her on the way—a request I readily agreed to. That night, on the same bed where my father-in-law had once tossed and turned, my mother-in-law and I made love until late. Perhaps because we were away from her daughter and free from the psychological burden, my mother-in-law performed at an exceptionally high level, leaving me utterly astonished. I had driven for three hours during the day, and after getting home I cleaned and made dinner. Adding to that the intense , I was practically falling apart. But my mother-in-law wasn't satisfied. She lay naked on top of me, using her long hair to brush my face, forcibly shoving her nipple into my lips, and teasing me, "Weren't you so vigorous before? You made me unable bed! Why are you so weak today? Do you want to know whose is longer, yours or your father-in-law's? Do you want to know how I served your father-in-law?" These were two questions I'd always privately asked my mother-in-law but never had answers to, and now she was bringing them up to provoke me. At my house, she's a dignified mother, but at her own home she's so wanton—it's truly incomprehensible! In a moment of desperation, I pointed to my father-in-law's portrait hanging on the wall, hinting to her not to go too far. She hesitated for a moment , then leaned close to my ear and said, "You've stirred up this fire in me. I've already wronged your father-in-law. If you ever wrong me and my daughter again, be careful, or this fire will burn you to death!"

The words were spoken softly, yet they startled me awake.
The next day, while burning paper money at my father-in-law's grave, I took out the crumpled white underwear my mother-in-law had longed for,
and spread it out for her to see. It was the very underwear that had been torn in two during our first time together. Seeing the yellow stains and bloodstains,
my mother-in-law was at a loss. She never imagined I would return her underwear in front of my father-in-law. When I told her I was
burning the underwear as an offering to my father-in-law, she was even more stunned. The moment I lit the underwear, she covered her face and
ran to the car parked a dozen meters away. I knew my superstitious mother-in-law was afraid. She had come to ask my father-in-law for protection;
seeing this underwear, would he forgive her?
In the thin flame, the cotton underwear, stained with my mother-in-law's vaginal fluids, blood, sweat, and tears, and of course, her son-in-law's
semen , turned into a wisp of smoke and flew towards my father-in-law in the underworld.
"Don't worry, Father-in-law, I'll take good care of your daughter and wife!"
I silently told him.
Back in the car, my mother-in-law looked gloomy. Trying to lighten the mood, I told her that
my father-in-law had received our gifts, was very happy, and congratulated us. Then, I deliberately
whispered in her ear
, "Your father-in-law asked me to tell you that he wants you to serve him the way you served him back then." Before
I could finish, my mother-in-law punched me in the chest and shouted, "
Stop bluffing! Drive! Come with me to the mall to buy underwear!"

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