What a lewd mother-in-law!

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" Julia? Are you alright?" The door was ajar, and Paul peeked into the dimly lit room. This was the master bedroom, where his mother-in-law lived.
He opened the door, entered slowly, and then closed it again. "Do you need anything?" Silence returned. After a while, his eyes adjusted to the darkness; he could see around his head. Looking at the king-size bed, Paul saw a dark mass lying on the edge. It was undoubtedly his mother-in-law. The noise outside continued; the eight-hour party showed no signs of stopping. Clearly, his mother-in-law was now a complete mess. Drunk! It wasn't the first time.
Earlier, she had verbally harassed everyone at the party, as usual, speaking like a high-class slut. Sometimes, she was a polite and considerate perfect mother-in-law, but other times, she was Paul's nightmare. Unfortunately, tonight's mother-in-law was the latter. Three hours earlier, his father-in-law had stormed out, and his wife's public humiliation left him both ashamed and furious. One after another, this was the fourth husband his mother-in-law had scared away. Calling her a "freakish mother-in-law" was certainly fitting!
Paul's kindness to his wife's family was a bit excessive. However, because his mother-in-law was so difficult, even a good man like Paul only visited her once a year. His wife, Julia's daughter, saw her only four or five times a year. Perhaps Paul was very dissatisfied with his mother-in-law, and might have cursed her a thousand times in his heart, but he never showed his emotions. It was the nature of a good man, unchangeable.
Checking if his mother-in-law was still breathing was the first thing he did. He stood beside her slumped body, the streetlight shining through the window, allowing him to see her face. Her eyes were half-open, and the thought that she might still be awake made Paul uneasy. Long ago, Paul had noticed that his mother-in-law was actually very charming. At 4105 years old, she was remarkably well-preserved, and her fashionable attire and elegant makeup made her appear like a "lady."
At this moment, nothing and no one could obstruct Paul's gaze. He admired her rounded cheeks, alluring full lips, and fair neck. He stared at her firm breasts, flat stomach, shapely hips, and slender legs. Julia was dressed so provocatively that she seemed intent on stealing the souls of all her guests. If it weren't for her lewd tongue, she would probably be the perfect hostess. Lost in his
admiration, he pulled himself back to reality. He went to the wardrobe and took out a quilt. Spreading it out, he held it by two corners and placed it at the foot of the bed. Then, he slowly covered his sleeping mother-in-law with the quilt. But when he pulled the sheet to his mother-in-law's arm, he suddenly stopped.
Julia stuck out her tongue and licked her lips. The slow movement drew her son-in-law's attention to her beauty once more. Paul shook his head and covered his mother-in-law's body with the blanket, covering her from the neck down. Then, he sat down, her buttocks very close to his. He recalled the wedding, when Julia, as usual, was drunk. She invited Paul to dance, and during the dance, she grabbed half of his buttocks. She whispered in his ear that if her daughter didn't know what "doing it" meant, then she would take her place in bed and make Paul experience intense pleasure. It was truly awkward at that time; many guests were watching them, and some had even heard Julia's whispers. On one occasion, when he was on a date with his fiancée, Julia had taken advantage of the fact that no one else was in the room to kiss Paul goodbye. Her tongue pierced Paul's mouth like a sword, and she rubbed her abdomen against his groin, causing his penis to erect.
That time, she was also heavily intoxicated. Those past memories played out in Paul's mind, and now she was only inches away from him. He gazed at the beauty before him.
He cautiously raised his hand and gently stroked her face. Holding her cheek, he placed his thumb on his mother-in-law's protruding tongue and covered her eyelid with his index finger.
Julia didn't react.
Paul took a deep breath, then held it, feeling incredibly nervous about his actions. What was he doing? He really didn't know.
His thumb moved gently across her bright red lips, feeling the moisture from his mother-in-law's saliva. He parted her long hair that covered her forehead and eyes, letting the light illuminate her beauty. His thumb naturally slid into the center of her lips, touching her white teeth. He lifted her face slightly, feeling the smoothness of his mother-in-law's skin; his heart pounded like a runaway horse. His
mother-in-law's drunkenness surprised him, but he was also grateful for it, because being drunk meant he wasn't afraid she would discover what her son-in-law was doing. Paul lowered his head and pressed his lips to the mature woman's. He licked her lips a few times, then parted them with his thumb. When his tongue entered her mouth, Paul tasted the spicy flavor of alcohol and smoke, but he pretended not to. At this moment, he felt desire surging within him; he wanted to conquer this woman, to ravage her. For someone who was always a good man, this kind of desire was abnormal.
Paul released his grip and sat up straight. Looking at the beautiful mature woman before him, he knew he wanted to control her, to let her know who was "the boss." So he pulled the blanket down to her abdomen and continued his exploration. Now, his hands climbed up those alluring breasts. These breasts weren't large, but they weren't small either; in short, they were the right size to be held in the palm of his hand. The force with which he kneaded her breasts wasn't light; he felt the firmness and elasticity of those mounds of flesh. The young man placed his hands on her body again, grabbed her expensive nightgown, and pulled it open to the sides.
Four buttons flew off, the nightgown was torn, and her breasts, covered by her bra, were exposed. But for Paul, this wasn't enough. He skillfully and quickly took off the entire nightgown and threw it on the floor. The bra was the next target; the strapless style could no longer protect the mistress's breasts and nipples. It was tossed to the floor, alongside her robe.
The nipples were already somewhat erect, a slightly dark brown in color, and of moderate softness. Paul pinched one between his thumb and forefinger. He shifted the pressure, observing her expression, hoping his rough movements would contort her face.
But when she clearly felt nothing, Paul turned to the other nipple. He kept rotating them as if they were knobs on a radio. But she remained silent. The only change Paul noticed was that her eyes were closed even tighter, and her nipples, ravaged, were even more prominent.
This state disappointed Paul, so he decided to change tactics. He used his mouth instead of his hands, greedily sucking on the nipple, his tongue dancing over the areola. The salty taste of evaporated sweat, the scent of perfume, and the lingering smell of smoke from the party—that was what he was tasting. Paul needed
more compensation; she had caused him too much unpleasantness, and now it was time to collect. The blanket was now at Julia's feet. He shifted his mother-in-law's body slightly, then began to remove her skirt. This expensive petticoat, supposedly made of sturdy and elastic material, couldn't stop Paul's advances. He turned Julia around to face her, then pulled the skirt down to her ankles. At this point, his mother-in-law was only covered by a pair of underwear. It was a pair of white cotton underwear, a style Paul liked, liked how it covered Julia's buttocks, highlighting their shape and revealing a hint of her cleft.
He hated her! Paul knew very well that his wife, Julia's daughter, was not pretty at all. Yes, she was much younger, but compared to his mother-in-law, she paled in comparison. He felt as if he should offer this bitch some other service; simply playing with this limp body seemed too boring. Although he felt disgusted with himself, he still removed her underwear. He tucked the underwear into the pocket of his sports jacket, deciding to keep it as a trophy.
He slapped her buttocks hard, enjoying the pleasurable slapping sound. Even in the dim light, he could see his mother-in-law's buttocks were red—his handiwork. Roughly turning his mother-in-law over, he saw her crotch covered in thick, sexy pubic hair. As his fingers stroked that thicket of hair, he couldn't help but let out a gasp of admiration. A few seconds later, her sweet-smelling vaginal fluid wet Paul's nose.
At that moment, he realized that merely humiliating his mother-in-law's body wasn't enough to vent his anger. Paul wanted to have sex with her.
He felt that only in this way could he prove that he was the "boss." He spread her legs wide and buried his head between her thighs.
The pubic hair couldn't conceal the pinkish slit of flesh. He noticed his mother-in-law had trimmed her pubic hair; otherwise, the thicket wouldn't be so short, and her labia wouldn't be completely bare. He wanted to kiss this perfect vulva… The first sensation this battle-hardened woman felt upon waking was pain. She felt her nipples being roughly treated. Her face was down, her mouth and nose pressed against the pillow, making it hard to breathe. At that moment, she clearly felt a hand cruelly slapping her buttocks. Then, she felt her buttocks being parted, felt a finger probing into her vulva. Another hand moved to her back, exploring her entire back. This hand roamed between her back and buttocks, as if trying to caress every inch of her immobile body.
Julia had intended to let this stranger know she was awake, but when she felt her back being forcefully rubbed, she decided to remain still, patiently watching how this "game" would progress.
Her legs were quickly parted, a gust of cold air blowing onto her hairless vulva. As her fingers traced the contours of her labia majora on her wet, throbbing vulva, she stifled a moan. Then, she realized the person on top of her was doing something; it was a man, and he was taking off his clothes.
Julia cried out again as the hot tongue licked her cunt. Her cry made the man stop, as if inspecting her, waiting to confirm that Julia was still heavily intoxicated. Soon, the tongue resumed its work. It wasn't trying to please her; it was enjoying the pleasure of kissing the hidden, mysterious area between her legs. A finger slowly slid into her cunt, and although the movement wasn't gentle, Julia couldn't help but moan with pleasure. She cried out, he stopped—this cycle continued. And now, the finger had penetrated deep into her vagina, touching every inch of the vaginal walls.
The woman tried to recall what had happened that night. The party noise was still loud, but she couldn't tell whose voices they were. At first, Julia thought the man between her legs must be her husband, but she quickly recalled a blurry image of him rushing out the door. She also remembered that her husband never touched her when drunk; alcohol always seemed to numb his penis. So who was this man? This mysterious encounter excited her.
Two fingers began to move inside her, initially at a steady pace, but later accelerating.
This made Julia feel that the man was just playing with himself, completely indifferent to her feelings. She seemed like just a toy to him. She felt her body being moved, and then she quickly felt his penis enter between her legs. The man rubbed against her smooth skin, a sensation that sent Julia into a frenzy of pleasure.
Suddenly, the situation changed; the man left her body. Julia knew what was about to happen! The man knelt between her legs, quickly thrusting his hips, his entire penis penetrating her. She let out a soft scream. Her cries were a mixture of pleasure and pain from being penetrated. Her vagina wasn't wet enough, and the rough entry was truly painful. Then she felt two small balls constantly bumping against her vulva.
Unable to resist any longer, Julia arched her back, spreading her legs wide to welcome the penis. She saw her knees firmly clamping the intruder. She hooked one arm around his neck and the other around his arm. A thought crossed her mind: she wouldn't open her eyes; she would continue to feign drunkenness.
The man let out a low growl, a return to primal, animalistic pleasure. He began to thrust his penis in and out of Julia violently. At first, the contact caused Julia some pain. But soon, her vaginal fluids increased, allowing her to enjoy the pleasure of being penetrated. The physical pleasure wasn't actually that great; what truly excited her was that the person penetrating her was a "stranger." Good heavens! The person on top of her didn't care about her feelings at all; he treated her like an inflatable doll.
The bed began to shake from the man's strength. Julia could no longer control herself; she arched her lower body forward to match his thrusts. The tight entanglement reminded Julia of her teenage years, a time of rampant lust. In that era of so-called "free love," she had met her perfect lover, a complete stranger.
Finally, at the moment Julia reached her climax, the man withdrew his hard penis from her. She felt him climb onto her body, kneeling on her chest. The mature woman forced herself to remain still, knowing that if she opened her eyes, this perfect moment would end. The man forcefully pressed Julia's breasts together, then made them clamp his semen-covered penis. Breast sex! He grabbed her nipples, pressing her breasts together, a move that caused Julia excruciating pain. When the man made a sound, Julia knew he was about to climax.
He freed her breasts, then rubbed his penis against Julia's face and mouth. Julia couldn't resist sticking out her tongue, tasting her own vaginal fluids, licking the man's glans.
The man grinned wickedly, then laughed loudly, "I'm going to cum on your face, Mom!" It was Paul, her daughter's husband! He passionately kneaded her breasts, while Julia felt her blood freeze. Judging from the voice, he was in the countdown to ejaculation, his semen about to splash onto her face and chest.
Julia recalled how her daughter and son-in-law had acted at the party earlier. Just like usual, she thought. So why was he doing this? She remembered her earlier teasing remarks to him—was he serious? Judging from his expression, yes! He was serious!
The first wave of semen descended, landing on her lips and chin, which startled Julia. Paul didn't move, letting his penis bounce and ejaculate. The mature woman's face was covered in her son-in-law's semen. The milky white semen filled her face and between her lips, then dripped onto her neck and chest. The seemingly inexhaustible semen was a constant reminder of Julia's sins!
Paul quickly rose and hurriedly dressed. In mere seconds, he was no longer naked. Julia sensed through hearing and touch that he was standing beside her motionless body. He stroked Julia's face, wiping the semen across her skin. He parted her lips, running his fingers between her teeth, using Julia's tongue as a brush to clean the semen from his hands. He left a mouthful of fishy taste in Julia's mouth.
Julia dared not move; she hoped he would think she was still unconscious. She silently tasted the fishy, guilt-ridden semen. She wondered if she could ever forget this feeling. As his fingers withdrew, she couldn't help but swallow a few mouthfuls, thanking God she didn't choke. Her son-in-law stroked her still-open vulva with his fingers, rapidly flicking her clitoris. Next, he targeted the urethral opening. Because the urethral opening was so close to the vagina, and because of the abundant vaginal fluid, he easily inserted his finger into her anus. Once again, he acted like a beast.
Just as his finger entered the depths of her anus, he bent down and kissed her wet lips, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth, beginning to savor the mixture of vaginal fluid and semen. He held back, saying in her ear, "Next time you're drunk, I might do it again, Julia!" His tone was so firm that Julia had no doubt. This was the first time she had seen another side of her son-in-law.
Paul abruptly got up and left the room filled with lust, leaving Julia slumped on the bed. Hearing the door close, Julia remained lying on the bed for a while, to confirm his presence. A few minutes later, Julia opened her eyes and wept. She felt guilty for her actions, apologetic to her daughter, and as she wept, her hand moved to her wet thigh. She began to play with her clitoris, the pleasure of masturbation silencing her sobs.
Perhaps Julia’s guilt wasn’t directed at her daughter, but rather at the orgasm she had just experienced from her son-in-law!

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