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

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Two years after graduating from university, 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 six months from meeting to getting married.

When my wife and I got married, my mother-in-law had just turned 42. My workplace didn't provide housing, so we lived with my mother-in-law after the wedding. The elementary school my wife taught at was located in a remote town, more than 100 kilometers away from the city. She could only come home 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. In high school, she was the most beautiful girl in her school and had many admirers. In her second year of high school, because her father retired, she dropped out of school and took his place to work in a factory, becoming a factory worker.

My mother-in-law was only 18 years old when she started working at the factory, where she met my father-in-law. He 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 my wife was born, and my younger sister was born two years later. Unfortunately, our happiness was short-lived. My father-in-law passed away from illness the 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 exuded the mature elegance of a virtuous woman. She always spoke softly and gently, and every gesture she made carried a strong feminine charm. Because she paid attention to her clothing and appearance, she was still radiant and retained her charm. Moreover, unlike most women, her figure did not change drastically with age. She maintained a remarkably perfect figure and curves. Her breasts were full and high, her waist had almost no excess fat, her buttocks were large and round, and her skin was white and smooth. This was evidenced by the fact that many men looked at her with the eyes of beasts… Whenever she and my wife went out together, people said they looked like sisters rather than mother and daughter.

I didn't have a formal ceremony when I got married. 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. Because of this, some close friends always said I wasn't being generous.

It was around August, and 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. When we entered, one of the clumsy guys called my mother-in-law "elder sister," which made 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 had changed today. Her hair was carefully pulled back, her eyebrows were drawn, and she had a light dusting of powder on her face, looking elegant and dignified. She wore a pair of light gray-white trousers, the kind that flowed softly and thinly, and a tight-fitting, open-necked t-shirt. The trousers fit her perfectly, hugging her rounded hips, a quintessential feature of a young married woman, the outline of her underwear faintly visible. The clothes accentuated her breasts, making them appear firm, round, and shapely, almost bursting out. When she bent over, her shallow cleavage was subtly revealed, incredibly alluring. My mother-in-law was already quite beautiful, and this outfit made me even more striking, my heart racing. I can usually drink a lot, but that day I made excuses to decline quite a few drinks.

After the meal, as I saw 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 try to sleep with her and her child too!" I felt a surge of pleasure at the time, 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 hips.

That night I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about her naked, longing 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 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 banquet for us for work. There were six of them and only three of us. They were quite good 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 got up to get water, I found myself sleeping on a straw mat on the floor, shirtless except for tight underwear, with only a blanket covering me. 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 sorted out my thoughts: my wife wasn't home, and the person who brought me back 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 back last night?" "Xiao Hou, the driver from your workplace. We practically dragged you upstairs." "Did I throw up?" "You're right! Xiao Hou hadn't been gone long when you threw up. You didn't even move your head; you just threw up on the bed, staining your clothes. We had to clean you up, drag you off the bed, and then, since one person wasn't strong enough to lift you back to bed, we 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. A sense of intimacy grew between us.

Our conversations and feelings became closer, but the physical closeness only began after I bought a computer. Without that computer, we might have remained just chat buddies, and nothing that happened later would have occurred.

Staying at home for too 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 would play cards online, and she would sit next to me watching after her shower. In the summer evenings, with the fan on, we sat very close. The scent of her freshly showered shower gel and the wind blowing her hair against my face and neck made me restless.

What's worse, most of the time she wore white, strappy pajamas, with her bra straps completely exposed, even the shape, pattern, and color of her bra underneath were clearly visible. Her pajama bottoms were very thin, ending just above the knee, leaving a section of her thigh exposed.

Every now and then, our exposed thighs would touch. At first, we'd pull away as if electrocuted. Later, I started teaching her how to use the computer, which meant sitting very close. 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 would slip behind her and 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 unspoken, private, and respectful exchange of body and soul.

My wife came home on Saturday. 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 hiss, 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 couldn't 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 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 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!

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 looked up at her; her face was flushed, and her chest was pounding. I gently massaged her breasts, pinching her nipples between my fingers, using my index finger and thumb to lightly pinch them. I gently cupped her breasts in my hands, kneading them lightly, my fingertips tracing the curves of her skin from top to bottom, my fingers circling her nipples.

I heard her rapid breathing; her right hand pressed tightly against my thigh. Her breasts began to swell, her nipples hardening. 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 against her. She struggled, trying to push me away, but I didn't care. I stood up to pull down 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 feet, and used my head to forcefully pull down her pants by pressing against her abdomen. 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 lifted herself up slightly to help me take off her clothes. The night was gentle, and my 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 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, 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 of her vulva, 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 tightly intertwined like snakes, her grip causing me some pain. 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, allowing me to move in and out freely.

Years of abstinence had made her movements somewhat clumsy and stiff, 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 frantically thrust in and out, my mother-in-law's labia flipping and turning in and out with each stroke of my penis, performing 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, 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 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 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 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 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 grip, 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.

I couldn't sleep that night, and I wondered if she felt the same way. After the brief physical pleasure, I was consumed by deep remorse. 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 write in such detail? I could simply tell people: "My mother-in-law and I did something we shouldn't have, we committed incest, please help me!" Wouldn't that be enough? Why go to such lengths to sensationalize?

I write 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, as the saying goes, when she's at her most sexually active. 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," and never crossed the line. She managed to do this for the past few years.

If she were a flirtatious person, I imagine she would have many suitors, and if that were the case, "issues like being a mistress would spread about her." She didn't experience any of that, not even the thought of remarrying.

Our affair won't affect other families, won't harm society, and, if kept secret, won't even affect our families. We are only tormented by our own conscience. I simply gave her what she deserved, albeit in an immoral way. If such an act would lead to hell in the cycle of reincarnation, I am willing to bear the consequences. 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 to hold. That is, for the proposition of mother-son → sexual intercourse → incest to hold true, 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, based 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. The establishment of these relationships depends on the existence of a third party; they are conscious and changeable.

My relationship is this kind. If my marriage with her daughter did not exist or was dissolved, my relationship with her would not be incestuous. In other words, our concept of incest is an acquired one; its validity is determined by people, and this "people" could be you, me, or anyone else. The standard is not fixed.

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

I mentally berated myself for focusing only on pleasure and forgetting the most important thing. The town is small; if you run into ten people, you'll know at least seven or eight of them. It's not a good thing for a widow to go to buy birth control pills, 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, afraid she might suddenly vomit uncontrollably, which would be a real problem.

About twenty days later, at dinner, I asked my mother-in-law, "Are you alright?" She said, "What do you mean, 'alright'?" "About the birth control 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 our past, 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 work, but my mother-in-law wasn't home; she usually came home first. I cooked dinner and waited for her, but it was past nine o'clock at night, 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 kept anxiously checking my watch. About forty minutes passed, and just as I was about to leave, the phone rang. I rushed 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 in a few strides. My mother-in-law was drunk; although still somewhat conscious, she was unsteady on her feet. As I saw Aunt Liu out, she explained why my mother-in-law was drunk: a close colleague had invited them to a birthday dinner, and some of the women, who weren't heavy drinkers, had drunk too much.

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 her waist was exposed, and 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 reached 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 out, and just as I turned to leave, my mother-in-law opened her eyes, sat up, and said, "Come on!" It turned out my mother-in-law 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 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; that would hurt her. I leaned 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 uncomfortable. She kept moaning sounds of pleasure from her nose.

I stood up, found a clean bath towel, and laid it flat on the bed, then had my mother-in-law roll over and lie face down. She seemed to want to ask why, but was too embarrassed to do so, so she just let me do as I pleased. After spreading her legs, I knelt between them, starting from her back, gently stroking and caressing her back and waist like a lover… It felt as if my hands had more than ten fingers, as if many fingers were covering every nerve ending… I kept touching 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 down slightly, bent over, and started with my hands, moving them from her buttocks, down her waist and back, then sliding to her sides, reaching forward to touch her breasts! She couldn't control herself; when I touched her nipples, she made "oh...oh..." sounds and gasped for breath. I continued rubbing 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 she was gushing fluid.

My mother-in-law unconsciously raised her upper body so 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... 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, and her vaginal opening was completely soaked.

I felt the time was right. I held my mother-in-law's waist, helping her kneel and lift her buttocks. I rubbed my penis against her vaginal opening to lubricate the tip before thrusting it in. The moment I reached the very end, I heard a heavy groan from her throat, a sensation like an electric shock, and I felt a surge of ecstasy.

I gripped my mother-in-law's full buttocks and pushed and pulled forcefully, thrusting my penis deeper into her vagina. Her pair of hanging, white breasts swayed back and forth. The moment I reached the very end, I heard a heavy groan from her throat, a sensation like an electric shock, and I felt a surge of ecstasy.

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 actually enhanced my sexual stamina.

I kept thrusting... We changed positions; I was on top of my mother-in-law, my legs clamping hers from the outside. She squeezed her legs together, allowing her vagina to grip my penis tightly. I pressed her breasts against my chest, rubbing them back and forth, my penis moving incessantly inside her. Our pubic hair rubbed 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 examined her face. I saw the fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and a faint dark spot on her face. Suddenly, a pang 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 had happened, gently kissing her breasts and earlobes, then stood up and dressed with my back to her. When I was dressed and ready 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 end this 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 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 thick clothes, greatly reducing the temptation of sexual advances. Coupled with our restraint, we safely weathered a turbulent winter.

After winter, spring arrived. 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 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 the reason for my affair with my mother-in-law was the long-term relationship between a single man and woman living alone together. 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 a small town, so she could frequently return home to take care of my mother-in-law. Later, due to my promotion and the requirement for my superiors to transfer to other areas, I was transferred to another county as the head of the organization department, further reducing my contact with my mother-in-law.

In my spare time, I would occasionally reflect on our interactions. I realized I had crossed the line morally; in the struggle between desire and faith, our faith was utterly worthless. Sex is a human instinct, but I went too far. Yet, deep down, I'm struggling to choose between right and wrong. Was I wrong?

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