My ambiguous relationship with my mother-in-law

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Chapter 1:
The day my wife was washing the chicks, my mother-in-law hurt her back while doing housework. She brought her grandson, Xiaohua, to visit. Good heavens, Xiaohua was incredibly mischievous! He kept running around, jumping from one stool to the other – he was like a monkey! My mother-in-law had just finished cooking a pot of soup and put it on the counter when Xiaohua rushed over. Just as the soup was about to spill on his head, I quickly caught the pot. Xiaohua was fine, but my hands were in terrible shape – red, swollen, and blistered. Thankfully, the doctor said to apply some ointment and keep them dry; they would heal in a few days. But in this hot weather, showering and doing anything else was a hassle. My mother-in-law felt bad and, after taking Xiaohua home, busied herself with everything. Her hands were covered in ointment, making everything difficult. Going to the toilet to urinate should have been an easy thing, but my hands and penis just wouldn't cooperate, and I ended up wetting my pants. When I came out of the bathroom, my observant mother-in-law saw the wet patch on my pants and said apologetically, "This is my fault. What can't you do? You should have called me. I'm your mother, what's there to be ashamed of?" Then she went to the closet and found clean underwear and pajamas, helped me take off my wet pants, and then used a damp towel to clean my genitals. I looked at my mother-in-law with gratitude.
After a while, I blushed and whispered, "Mom, I need to pee." My expression was just like when I was a child asking my mother to help me pee. My mother-in-law and I went into the bathroom, and she helped me pull my pajamas down. Then she reached under my underwear and pulled out my penis, holding it by the neck. It was the first time a woman had seen me urinate, and because of the excitement, I couldn't pee.
I explained shyly, "Mom, I really need to pee, I just can't." In my heart, I meant, I'm not lying to you; my expression was like I had done something wrong in front of my mother.
My mother-in-law gently blew a "shh" sound, just like how my mother used to help me pee when I was a child. It worked wonders; I finished peeing very quickly. After I finished, my mother-in-law skillfully wiggled the chicken's neck a few times to remove the urine from its head. I exclaimed in surprise, "Mom, how do you know to wiggle my penis from the side? You women usually take your pants off to pee, and you even know to wiggle your penis like that after you're done?"
My mother-in-law gently patted my penis neck and said, "You men only have that little thing, like a stick carrying two eggs. I'm so old, what don't I know? I've been through it all. Even if I haven't eaten pork, I've seen pigs run. Do you remember that time in the living room when you were naked, covering your penis?"
That evening, when it was time to take a bath, my mother-in-law helped me take off all my clothes. I stood there with my hands up, completely exposed. My wife was still standing at the door watching the commotion. I, a grown man, was naked with my hands raised high, and I was seething with anger. I said, "Are you just watching the show, or are you worried about me and Mom?
" My wife said jealously, "Mom, look what he's saying!"
My mother-in-law just smiled, wet me with water, applied shower gel, and started washing. When she got to my genitals, I naturally squeezed my legs together. My mother-in-law laughed and said, "Just as mischievous as Xiaohua. Try hiding that thing if you can." I mischievously arched my backside, letting my penis dangle between my legs. Luckily, the little guy hadn't reacted yet. This way, I could tuck it between my thighs without using my hands. Except for the pubic hair, it really looked like a woman's. My mother-in-law laughed and patted my bare buttocks. My wife had already left the bathroom doorway. "Mom, what are you laughing at?" "I smiled and shook my head to stop my mother-in-law from talking, and Ah Hui walked away with a pout. I have a rather long foreskin, and I don't pay attention to cleaning it. After moving around for a while, my penis got erect, the foreskin retracted, and the dirt inside was exposed, which my mother-in-law noticed." Ah Yan, look at you, it's so dirty inside. You're such a grown-up, and you don't even clean yourself properly. It would be troublesome if it got infected. "She gently pulled the foreskin back a little more, rubbed shower gel on her hands, and gently started washing me. That area is very sensitive, and this was the first time anyone else had washed me there—not even my wife had ever done it for me. My penis was erect, and my mother-in-law washed it carefully, her expression like she was washing her grandson, completely devoid of any adult male-female interaction. I stood there letting my mother-in-law do as she pleased, enjoying the exciting yet peculiar sexual sensation, so different from that between husband and wife.
Chapter Two: The Old Nurse's Skill
Since the bath incident, I decided to get my foreskin removed. But my wife said, 'That's not good for you. Your thing has been touched by me and Mom, and now it's being touched by all the nurses.' I said coquettishly, 'What? I'm losing out! So many women have seen it, and it's still valuable?'" "She left with the comment, 'You're getting a good deal and still acting innocent.'
The surgery wasn't serious; first, the nurse shaved my penis. Imagine, your own pet chick has finally grown its feathers long, and now you're going to shave it off—it's quite a novel experience. That day, an older nurse shaved my penis, and I felt a little disappointed. I kept thinking it would have been better if a younger nurse had done it. That older nurse even told my wife to wait outside, and she gave me a pout and left angrily. That older nurse had seen it all; she didn't take men's penises seriously at all, unlike those intern nurses who were both shy and eager to touch them. They would often hurt the penis or cut it a little, but male patients always liked to let the younger nurses do it. That little guy was doing this and that to an older nurse..." Despite all the fuss, my little rooster still stubbornly stood up, its neck stiff. After it was all done, the nurse gently patted my neck and said, "It's fine if it's all erect now, but don't keep it up after the surgery, or it'll pull on the wound and hurt." Looking at my smooth, bare genitals, I felt incredibly excited. I don't know why, maybe it's because of this experience, but I've gotten into the habit of shaving my pubic hair completely clean ever since.
After the surgery, when it came time to change the dressing, my mother-in-law specifically asked the older nurse who had shaved me that day to help with the dressing change, saying she was more skilled. Later, I heard from my mother-in-law that she didn't want a younger nurse to handle my penis, saying it was too good for me. I never thought my mother-in-law could be jealous.
The older nurse led me to the dressing room and said, "Take off your pants and get on the bed, what are you waiting for? You don't need to go to the bathroom to wash, I'll wash it for you, isn't that good enough service?" "People say that's how surgeons are, and I've really seen it for myself. I shyly took off my pants and lay on the bed. Although I had already stripped naked in front of this old nurse last time, I was still shy. My penis quickly became erect, and the wound immediately swelled and hurt.
The old nurse saw my expression and smiled, saying, 'I told you not to be so timid after surgery. Your wound is swollen and hurting, isn't it?' After saying that, she took some alcohol and wiped my penis, even blowing some air on it. A cool sensation, and it quickly went soft. The old nurse was really good; if it were a young nurse, it would have been even more erect and painful.
After coming back, I didn't feel anything, just that it was inconvenient. My penis was dangling in my underwear, and I accidentally pulled off the gauze covering it. My wife and I were in the inner room discussing how to wrap it up so it wouldn't fall off again. It was easy to fall off if it wasn't rubbing against my pants. Just as we were doing that, my mother-in-law came in. After asking what happened, she said, 'You should have said so earlier, so I wouldn't have suffered like that.'" "She went back to her room. When she came back, she was carrying something—a wide, long strap with a thinner strap attached to one side. My wife exclaimed in surprise, 'A sanitary belt!' I'd only ever seen these things online; seeing one in person was quite an experience. The sanitary belt had two places to hold toilet paper. My mother-in-law gently slipped my penis around the toilet paper holder, then passed the other end under my crotch through the thin strap and tied it around my waist. She fastened the two buckles to the front strap. It was a bit of a hassle, but I must say, it was quite unique. The elastic band of the sanitary belt held my buttocks in place, leaving my entire bottom exposed, like wearing a thong, except there was no pubic hair showing on the sides—the nurses shaved it all off at the hospital. It was so sexy! It was just that my butt crack felt a little uncomfortable, so I tried to adjust the elastic band.
Seeing this, my mother-in-law said, 'Having something in your buttocks might feel uncomfortable at first, but it'll get better after a while. Isn't that how foreigners wear thongs?'"
I laughed and said, "Mom knows so much! But nowadays, the front of a thong is a bit bigger, so it can cover up that thing. Sanitary belts are even sexier."
My mother-in-law said, "When we were young, using sanitary belts was such a hassle. They were uncomfortable, and we had to hide them. We had to hide them inside our underwear to dry when we washed them. Nobody dared to hang them out to dry like that, afraid people would find out. Now it's so much better. You just stick one under your underwear, and when it gets dirty, you tear it off and replace it. It's clean all day long."
My wife exclaimed, "Mom, when did you keep this stuff? Everyone uses sanitary napkins now, this is an antique! Ah Yan, you've really gotten a bargain! I haven't even used it yet. Give it to me when you're done, you can use it as sexy underwear."
My mother-in-law pointed at my wife and said, "You naughty boy, why don't you say Ah Yan uses women's things now? Here, just one, don't get it dirty." The penis neck was fixed upright in the sanitary belt, no longer swaying back and forth, and the gauze didn't fall off again. We didn't need to wear underwear outside anymore, just a sanitary belt, so sexy. Later, I bought another one from a women's fashion shopping store on Taobao, but it didn't feel as good as wearing my mother-in-law's sanitary belt. My husband and I each had one, it was quite fun.
Chapter 3: My Mother-in-Law's First Love
That day, my wife was on duty, and my mother-in-law and I were sitting in the living room watching TV. I don't know why I suddenly asked a very private question, or maybe there was nothing left between my mother-in-law and me that I felt could be private about.
"Mom, are you so familiar with those details about men?" I blushed as soon as I asked the question.
My mother-in-law glared at me and said, "Yan'er! What do you mean?" I blushed and said, "Mom, like how we men take our piss from the side of our underwear and call it a sparrow, and then shake our necks after we're done, how do you know all this so clearly?" My mother-in-law picked up her fan and slapped me, saying, "Yan'er, you're going too far! Do you suspect I'm an immoral woman?" I quickly grabbed my mother-in-law's hand and apologized, "Mom, that's not what I meant! I was just curious how you know so much about this stuff. Ah Hui is so trendy, and she doesn't even know that." My mother-in-law teased, "Yan'er, did Ah Hui also hold your water gun and spray water on you?" I laughed and said, "Don't underestimate me just because I'm older, Mom. I know more and am much more open-minded than Ah Hui in many ways. Take wearing women's underwear, for example..." "I just couldn't stand it, Mom, you were so supportive." My mother-in-law tapped me a few times with her fan and said, "Your father-in-law was a cultured man when he was alive. He taught biology at school and was considered quite open-minded back then. He liked to go to the mountains to collect plant specimens in his spare time. That time, before I went out to collect specimens with him and before we got married, we were dating and went to the mountains together to collect plant specimens. It started raining as we were walking, and we happened to come across a cliff and stood there to take shelter. People say you pee a lot on rainy days, and your father-in-law said he needed to pee. There wasn't much space, and I guess he also wanted to show off his...things. Back then, it wasn't like now, where you sleep with someone after only meeting them twice. Back then, you wouldn't have a relationship until you got married."
I jokingly interrupted my mother-in-law, knowing the answer already, and asked, "Mom, what kind of relationship?"
My mother-in-law angrily said to me, "Yan'er! If you keep talking like that, I won't say anything more." I curled up silently on her lap like a cat. She stroked my head and continued, "I actually really wanted to see what a man's 'thing' looked like back then. It wasn't as open as it is now, where you can look online. Back then, apart from seeing the little penises of one- or two-year-old boys, I really didn't know what a grown man's 'thing' looked like. Even when we saw the penises of one- or two-year-old boys, we would only peek from afar. Girls back then wouldn't dare to peek so closely. Besides, a little boy's 'thing' wasn't fully developed yet. It was only about the size of a ping-pong ball, wasn't it? It wasn't very interesting to see it naked." My mother-in-law blushed deeply as she said this.
I lay on my mother-in-law's lap, looking up at her, and said, "Mom, is this your first time seeing a man's penis?" My mother-in-law blushed and said, "Yes, this is only the second time I've seen yours. It's not like people are so open these days. But your father-in-law's penis isn't just a penis; it's bigger than yours." I blushed and glared angrily at my mother-in-law.
She continued, "Your father-in-law took two steps to the side, pulled out his penis, and started urinating. I peeked at him from the side. Because only the neck was visible, I couldn't see the feathers, but I was already very shy and excited. It seemed like your father-in-law was deliberately showing off to me, grabbing the neck and spraying everywhere. A gust of wind blew, and the urine got on his pants. He quickly turned around, facing me directly, and I saw it clearly. When I saw him spraying towards me, I screamed, 'Where are you spraying? Look, you've peed right here! Don't you know shame? Peeing in front of me, you pervert!'" "
Your father-in-law laughed and said, 'This is bad! You don't need to peek anymore. Who was peeking just now? Now you can see everything. You're getting a good deal and you're still complaining.'
I glared at him and said, 'Who cares where I'm looking?'
Your father-in-law shook his penis neck in front of me, put it back, and said, 'So you don't want to look anymore? Then why were you peeking just now?'
I angrily said to him, 'You did it in front of me, what am I supposed to do? Besides, didn't you want me to see your thing?'" "
Your father-in-law said, 'If you want to see, just say so. Don't pretend to be shy and peek secretly.' After saying that, he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. That was the first time I'd ever seen an adult's private parts. Your father-in-law's penis was covered in hair, with its neck held high and its head red. Even its beak was open, though only a small opening. Its crop was dark, wrinkled, and drooping below its neck. That's why I tell you, your thing looks like a bundle carried on a stick. I was shy and about to touch it when I heard someone walking by. Your father-in-law quickly pulled his pants back up. You men just have that cheap, despicable mentality of wanting women to touch you.
I glared angrily at my mother-in-law and said, 'Mom, didn't you just say you wanted to touch it too?'" "
My mother-in-law angrily pushed me away, refusing to let me rest my head on her pillow.
Chapter Four: Touching
or Not Seeing My Mother-in-Law's Abdominal Surgery and Hospitalization—This was a great opportunity for me, as her son-in-law, to help out. Plus, I had a good relationship with her, so I did my best. I was busy running around the hospital, taking care of everything from emptying her bladder to feeding her. The other patients in the ward were envious, and given how women talk, it made them feel both touched and annoyed.
The day after the surgery, my mother-in-law needed to urinate. I drew the bed curtains, brought the bedpan from under the bed, and helped her urinate." The patient's trousers were undone, perhaps tied in a tight knot or from excitement, making it impossible to untie. I thought to myself, "Now I can finally get a close look at my mother-in-law's private parts, no more shyly peeking!" Before, I was always the one undressing for her to see, and now I'd get my revenge and get a good look at her private parts. But the more I tried to hurry, the harder it became. Finally, I managed to untie the trousers, and just as I pulled them down, my mother-in-law covered that area with a sheet, gave me a wry smile, and I reached under the sheet to pull down my underwear. Then I whispered, "Mom, you're so old-fashioned."
Then I put the bedpan... I went to my mother-in-law's bottom, and after a while, she patted my hand to indicate she was done. I moved the chamber pot away and carefully took some tissues to help her wipe herself. She wanted to do it herself, but I playfully shook my head and whispered, "Mom, don't be so old-fashioned, let me help you." As I spoke, I gently wiped her genitals. I saw her face flushed, her legs gently clamping my hand. I took the opportunity to deliberately wipe for a little longer. This was the first time I'd had the chance to touch my mother-in-law's genitals, even though there was still a layer of tissue between us. When I wiped her labia... I gently touched her. My mother-in-law patted me mischievously and said, "You're so naughty." Then I wiped her bottom with a damp towel. My mother-in-law was quite plump, but not bloated; her bottom was round and felt nice to the touch. Perhaps because she was nervous and shy, her bottom was clenched tightly. After I finished wiping her, my mother-in-law quickly pulled up her underwear herself. I glanced at her with a smirk.
In the ward, they call each other by bed number, like in prison. My mother-in-law was in bed 12.
The person in the next bed said, "Bed 12, you're so lucky to have married such a young husband, and he's so kind, always running around taking care of you."
Before I could finish, the other person started talking again. "Hey, bed 13, don't envy others. Your husband is pretty good too."
"Stop talking, all of you. These days, no matter how good someone is, it's not as good as a young husband. When a man gets old, he can't do 'that' anymore."
"What 'what 'what 'what'?" They all chimed in.
Bed 13 pouted and said, "Are you all pretending to be stupid?" "You've only been in the hospital a few days and you don't even want to go back home and have sex? Doesn't your genitals itch?"
My mother-in-law couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted them, saying, "Have some decency, he's my son-in-law." That only made things worse, so I quickly went outside. There were stools outside the ward, and they assumed I was gone.
"Things are so open now, sons-in-law, sons-in-law, even getting together!"
"Sigh! Only men are allowed to have affairs with women, but we can't be with other men? What kind of world is this?"
"You know, other people's hands just feel different."
"Bed 13, looks like you've been touched by someone else."
"Bed 11, I wish, but someone has to touch me! I'm not as lucky as Bed 12. Look, her son-in-law helps her bathe and wipe her body. Don't you want that? Don't pretend to be so virtuous."
"Indeed, those pine bark hands at home, they feel like a brush, nothing special."
"Hey! Bed 12, tell me, what does it feel like when your son-in-law touches you? How is it different from when your husband touches you? Especially when he touches your private parts, is it exciting? Tell me, let's share."
Before my mother-in-law could even reply, someone else chimed in, "It's all the same since it's a man's hand touching you
." Immediately, someone else chimed in, "Do you think we're idiots? A husband's hand feels nothing like another man's hand."
You know, my mother-in-law sometimes gets very insightful. "We'll see tomorrow when my son-in-law gives you a bath..."
This is the bed you mentioned, and I haven't been able to visit anyone for the past few days. Perfect timing, I'll have your son-in-law give me a bath, it's all agreed." Luckily, the doctor came for rounds at that moment, otherwise, who knows what I'd say.
[The End]

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