My mother-in-law was beautiful and youthful, and we developed feelings for each other over time.

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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 with my mother-in-law after we got married. 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 in the factory 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 exceptionally talented and handsome, and my mother-in-law fell in love with him at first sight. They 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 year. 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 waist was almost free of excess fat, 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 formal 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 our new house. Some close 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 PM, I went to pick up my friends. As I entered, one of the clumsy guys 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 is so young and beautiful, we thought she was Xiao Lei's older 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 new look, 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 flattered, but 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, imagining her naked, yearning to break the taboo of mother-son relations 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 lacked 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 anything about getting home. I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up thirsty to get some water, I found myself lying on the floor 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 already past 3 a.m. I made up my mind: 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 drank so much last night, you were completely drunk. 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. You didn't even move your head, you just threw up on the bed, getting your clothes all dirty. We had to clean you up, drag you off the bed, and then, since I didn't have the strength to lift you back onto the bed, I had no choice but 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 chat buddies, and nothing like what happened later would have happened. Staying at home for so long got boring, so I bought a computer, got broadband internet, and started using it at home. 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, and the fan is on. We sit very close, and the scent of her freshly showered shower gel and the wind blowing through her hair constantly brush against my cheeks and neck, making me restless. What's worse, most of the time she wears a white, short-sleeved pajamas, with her bra straps completely exposed, even the shape, pattern, and color of her bra underneath are clearly visible. Her pajama bottoms are very thin, above the knee, exposing a section of her thigh. Every now and then, our bare thighs touch. At first, we pull away as if we've been electrocuted. Later, I started teaching her how to use the computer, which meant we had to sit very close. Shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand, it was inevitable that our legs would touch. We gradually got used to it, and I enjoyed the sensual pleasure of our thighs touching. Gradually, when she was using the computer, I would often place my hand on her thigh or put my arm around her shoulder over the back of the chair. 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 sway slightly 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 would slip behind her and gently rest on her round and 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 tacit, private, and respectful exchange of body and soul. My wife came home on Saturday. Just after 9 p.m., my wife said she was tired and wanted to rest, insisting that I take her with me. I knew what she meant. After we got into the bedroom, her hurried movements made the wire mesh bed creak and groan, forcing 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, and 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 as usual. 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 and carefully inhaled the fragrance emanating from her body. It was a very special scent, as if it could be transmitted from the nerves of my nose to my brain, allowing my brain to truly feel 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 reached under her clothes and gently rubbed her lower back. She didn't resist, and my hand slowly pushed down, touching her waistband. My hand slowly slipped inside, from her outer pants to her underwear, until it finally rested on her round, smooth, and firm buttocks. I could feel 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; she 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 a little. This subtle movement aroused my desire. I quickened my pace, unhooking the bra completely. I rested my head gently on her right shoulder, my right hand slipping under the front of her shirt, my left hand following under her armpit. From under her bra, my two palms cupped her breasts. They were slightly sagging but soft. My heart trembled, and I was at a loss. I glanced up at her; her face was flushed, and her chest was pounding. I gently massaged her breasts, pinching her nipples lightly between my fingers, using my index finger and thumb to gently squeeze them. I softly enveloped her breasts with my palms, stroking them gently from top to bottom along their curves, my fingers tracing small circles around her nipples. I heard her rapid breathing; her right hand was 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 felt uncomfortably engorged—a feeling I had only experienced during the passionate days of my courtship with my wife. I was blinded by desire and lost my reason. I didn't care about anything else. I pulled her onto my bed and pressed her down on top of me. She struggled and tried to push me away, but I didn't care anymore. I stood up and tried to take off her pants, but she sat up and held onto them tightly. She was hesitant and conflicted, instinctively trying to protect her last line of defense, while I was determined to get what I wanted. I knelt down, my buttocks pressed against her feet, and used my head to forcefully pull down her pants by pressing against her abdomen. My head was buried in her thick lower body; the curly hair there tickled my face, accompanied by 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 lifted herself up slightly to cooperate with me as I took off her clothes. The night was gentle, and our desire was burning. 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 at her earlobe. At this 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, squeezing my knees 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 of her vagina, 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 wave of ecstasy surged deep into my penis, concentrating entirely in my lower abdomen. An unbearable pleasure immediately spread throughout my body, then gathered 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 gushing out after a few thrusts. My mother-in-law still held me tightly with her eyes closed, unwilling to let go. After ejaculating, I lay weakly 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 my mother-in-law's 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 semen seeping from her small red hole. I couldn't resist the 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 grip, and pushed me away, saying, "Get up, I'm tired." We looked at each other. I lightly touched her lips to mine and then pulled away. A woman's inherent shyness made her sit up too. 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 thought was plausible, even respectable. Some might say I'm writing pornography, and sometimes I even think so myself. Why do I need to go to such lengths? 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 sensationalize? 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 was 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 and devoted all her energy to raising her children, all while adhering to the old adage "a widow's door is always rife with gossip," never crossing the line. She managed this for the past few 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. But she had none of these traits, not even a thought of remarrying. Our relationship won't affect other families, nor will it cause any trouble for society.There's no harm involved; in fact, if kept secret, it wouldn't affect my family. We're only tormented by our conscience. I simply gave her what she deserved, even though the method was immoral. If such an act would lead to hell in the afterlife, I'm willing to bear it all. The second reason can be reasoned as follows: People consider us 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. However, 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. This is the nature of our relationship. If my marriage to her daughter didn't exist or was dissolved, my relationship with her wouldn't be incest. In other words, our so-called incest is an acquired concept; its validity is determined by people—it 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 still exists, sometimes 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 an affair. Under the influence of these two reasons, we had a second, and final, more passionate encounter. The next morning, when I woke up, my mother-in-law had already gone to work. Breakfast was prepared and placed on the table. There was also a note on the table that read: "Buy me two emergency contraceptive pills when you get home from get off work." I mentally berated myself for focusing only on pleasure and forgetting the most important thing. The town was small; if you ran into ten people, you'd know at least seven or eight of them. It wasn't a good thing for a widow to go to buy birth control pills, so she had to entrust it to 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, which 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 birth control pills." "She took them a while ago, everything'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, no longer watching me online, keeping her distance from me when watching TV, and rarely talking 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 spent another month in this oppressive atmosphere. One afternoon, I came home from get off 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 doesn'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 kept anxiously 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 some of the women 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 the support of a bra, her breasts slumped 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 halo of bra fabric. 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 a high, hairy vulva 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 pink 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 sounds. 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 why, but she was too shy to ask, 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 two areas are erogenous zones for women, and of course I wouldn't miss them. Perhaps it felt too good, because my mother-in-law instinctively raised 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. Those two hanging, white breasts...The bed rocked back and forth, and in the instant I was submerged, I heard a heavy groan from her throat. Like an electric shock, I felt a surge of intoxication. The bed creaked. Perhaps because she had given birth, her vagina was somewhat loose, lacking the tightness of a younger woman's vagina, but this also enhanced my sexual stamina. I thrust in and out… We changed positions; I was on top of my mother-in-law, my legs clamping hers from the outside. She also clamped her legs tightly, 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 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 saw 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 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 away without saying a word and silently left my mother-in-law's room. I knew I was right; any words I uttered at that moment would be useless and powerless. Between yes and no, neither she nor I had the power to choose. We could only let time fade this distorted relationship in silence. Winter came unusually early that year, and we were both bundled up in thick clothes in the cold, greatly reducing the temptation of sexual advances. 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 serve as 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 silently observe each other, but neither of us crossed the line again. In the township, I served as deputy secretary to secretary for six years. Perhaps the reason for my relationship with my mother-in-law was that we were living alone together for so long. When these temptations disappeared, we both controlled ourselves and returned to normalcy. Perhaps some incestuous relationships in reality also 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 often reflect on our relationship. I realized I crossed the line morally; 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 can't seem to choose between right and wrong. Was I wrong?

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