The sexual desires of a widower father-in-law

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Six months after my mother-in-law passed away, my father-in-law's mood became unpredictable, often getting angry for no apparent reason. My husband, a very filial son, always indulged his father.
During a company physical exam, the hospital asked my father-in-law to have a follow-up examination, saying there was a problem with his lungs. Later, through Jiang Li, we found a doctor, and the result was early-stage lung cancer.
The doctor said that although it was early-stage, the location was unsuitable for surgery; the only hope was for the elderly man to become more cheerful.
All of this was kept from my father-in-law; only Jiang Li knew.
We had someone bring back anti-cancer drugs from abroad, but we lied to my father-in-law, saying they were nutritional supplements and he had to take them regularly every day.
One night, after 1 a.m., my father-in-law still hadn't returned home. Usually, even if it was a company dinner, he wouldn't stay out that late. My
husband, worried, called him, but the police answered, saying my father-in-law was suspected of rape and was about to be detained.
My husband and I were terrified. My husband immediately used all his connections to get my father-in-law released, otherwise, if the charges were confirmed the next day, things would be difficult.
After securing some connections, we rushed to the police station.
The police briefly explained the case, saying that my father-in-law was reported to the police (110) by a girl at a KTV. According to the girl's confession, my father-in-law successfully raped her. They said they would do an examination of the evidence submitted by the girl tomorrow, and then he could be arrested. My
husband asked if we could see my father.
The police said we had already made arrangements, and we could meet, but after the legal process began tomorrow, we wouldn't be able to see him for a while.
My husband and I met my father in handcuffs in a small room at the police station. My husband quickly asked him what happened.
My father said dejectedly that while singing karaoke that night, he saw a pretty girl who said she would do it for 5000 yuan. After the other customers left, my father dragged the girl to the bathroom in the private room and did it to her.
Afterwards, he only had a little over 3000 yuan in his pocket, not that much cash, and offered to pay by card. The girl refused, saying it had to be cash. Seeing that my father really didn't have that much money, the girl said a watch would also do.
My father was wearing a Patek Philippe watch, one for him and one for his deceased mother.
When the little girl asked for a watch, the father flew into a rage and slapped her across the face, knocking her to the ground. Realizing he was in trouble, he had recorded their conversation on his phone while they were talking.
However, the little girl snatched the phone. When he told the police, they all assumed the little girl was the weaker party and didn't believe him, especially since a minor officer had hit his father.
The father was very aggrieved, complaining like a child.
Upon hearing his father's story, the husband flew into a rage and stormed out.
"Is my father's phone with you?"
the policeman asked. "Yes, the victim handed it over."
"Where's the girl?"
the policeman replied. "She's still next door after we finished taking her statement. We'll take her for forensic examination tomorrow morning." "Give me back my father's phone. This isn't the murder weapon, is it?" The policeman was stammering, about to answer, when my husband saw the phone on the table—it was his father's. He grabbed it, and as the policeman tried to stop him, I stepped in front of him to block him. My husband turned on the phone, found the recording system, and started recording. The conversation between the two parties, the whole story, was clearly presented.
The policeman listened, stunned. "Someone come here!" the policeman shouted. We then realized this policeman was a deputy director.
Several policemen and auxiliary police officers responded.
"Roast that girl who reported rape!"
the other officers said, somewhat bewildered.
"False report! It was clearly prostitution, but she called it rape!" "Give me the phone; it's evidence,"
the policeman said.
Just then, the policeman's phone rang. He said into the phone that he was handling it; it was a false report from the girl.
I knew it was a call from my husband's friend.
The policeman paused and said, "This matter still needs to be dealt with, but the nature of it has changed. It's now mainly for education regarding prostitution. Pay a 1000 yuan fine, and we'll take another statement. You take the old man home." At this point, the policeman's tone clearly changed.
My husband was furious and insisted, "I want to see that girl!" The policeman hesitated for a moment, then agreed to let a police auxiliary officer take us to see her.
In the small room where my father had been held, he had already been taken to give a statement. A very pretty and fashionable young woman was shivering on a chair.
My husband went up to her and, without saying a word, kicked her in the chest. If the police auxiliary officer and I hadn't pulled her away quickly, someone might have died. My husband's face turned purple with anger—I don't know how hard he kicked her, but the girl fell onto the chair and became silent—at this point, the police rushed over to stop my husband—afterwards, my husband was kept at the police station, and I took my father-in-law home.
After a hospital examination, the girl was found to have two fractured ribs, borderline at the level of minor injury. My husband was initially going to handle it, but because he had connections, the matter was downplayed, and he only paid for the girl's medical expenses.
Later, we learned that the girl had confessed to drug use, filing a false police report, and prostitution, and was criminally detained. Since this incident, we've kept a close eye on my father every night, but his temper has become increasingly volatile. One day, my husband and I discussed the situation; things couldn't continue like this, but hiring prostitutes was too risky—what if she contracted a disease?
My husband's suggestion was for me to find a suitable woman; money wasn't an issue for us.
I couldn't find a suitable partner for a while. One time, after making love with my husband, he half-jokingly suggested,
"Actually, when it's a good time, you could help Dad out. I wouldn't mind." At the time, I thought he was talking nonsense—but he just laughed and said, "Anything you want, I'll do." In the past two years, thanks to my efforts, at least four of my pretty classmates and their friends have slept with my dad, and some of them now maintain long-term relationships with him.
Fortunately, my dad looks good; he doesn't look over fifty at all. Almost everyone who's slept with him praises his good health and manners, saying he doesn't make people feel uncomfortable or repulsed. But the first time is always awkward—but one time, probably the last, made me feel embarrassed.
I had arranged to meet a colleague of my classmate, named Li Jie.
I asked my dad to wait at the hotel, but my classmate's colleague was late. She was a newlywed woman, and she wouldn't answer my calls. I was anxiously standing in the lobby, not knowing what to do.
I knew that if I went up there, my dad would get angry again. Sigh!
I called my husband, and he said, "If all else fails, we could find a prostitute, but it's broad daylight, and nightclubs aren't open!"
Later, my husband got angry too, yelling on the phone, "Can't you think of another way?" Helpless, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and explain to my father-in-law.
He had been waiting in the room for a long time, and when he saw me come in, he looked very unhappy. I explained the situation, and he got up to leave.
"Dad, don't be angry, this will harm your health."
"How about... how about I... I'll use my hands to help you relax?" I
don't know why I said such a thing to my father-in-law.
He glared at me angrily, and I was so scared I didn't know what to say.
"Dad, Dad, you'll harm your health if you keep this up. The room's open, how about I give you a back rub?" Saying this, I put down my bag and dragged him to the bathroom—"How can I rub your back? A daughter-in-law rubbing her father-in-law's back? What kind of talk is that?" My father-in-law muttered, turning to leave.
"Dad, we're both adults. Besides, it's only right for a daughter-in-law to rub her father-in-law's back. And...and men aren't all the same. I've seen it all before—" My father-in-law hesitated after my persuasion. I casually took off his coat, and he cooperated by twisting his body.
He hesitated again, perhaps thinking it wasn't right, and still wanted to leave—"Dad, we're not doing *that*, it's just rubbing...rubbing his back." Saying this, I quickly took off his shirt. When I took off his pants, I hesitated for a moment, then firmly pulled them down, including his underwear—his penis gradually became erect under my gaze, startling me. "Dad, why is yours so big?" At this point, his tone softened: "It's...it's natural." He probably felt embarrassed that his daughter-in-law had seen his penis, and he stammered—Actually, I didn't have any evil intentions, I just wanted to make him ejaculate with my hand, really!
After undressing my father-in-law, I noticed he was much more robust than my husband. Even at his age, his penis was rock hard and erect. I felt a strong urge to touch it and see just how thick it was, but I didn't dare.
Because I was washing his back and bathing him, I didn't want to get my clothes wet, so I had him turn his back and took off my coat. I was only wearing briefs and a bra underneath, with a towel tied around my neck.
I cleaned the bathtub and had him sit in it. Throughout the entire process, his penis remained erect; I could smell the distinctive pungent odor of a male penis. My heart was pounding, I could hear it myself, and my voice was trembling—in the small bathroom, my father-in-law was naked with an erect penis, and I, wearing only a towel, was practically half-naked. Sigh!
While he sat in the bathtub, I filled both ends with water, using the showerhead to wash his head while he soaked for a while before scrubbing his back.
The two of us spent most of the time in the bathroom in awkward silence, unsure of what to say. After the water was running, I started scrubbing my arms. "Dad, you've scrubbed so much dirt off!" My father-in-law just smiled without answering.
Then I had him sit on the edge of the bathtub and started scrubbing his back. His muscles were very firm, and he even had pectoral muscles—I scrubbed his back, waist, buttocks, anus, and down to his thighs—then I had him stand in the tub and turn to face me. His penis was blatantly erect, and I tried my best not to look at it. I washed his front thoroughly, but I didn't touch his erect penis. When I squatted down to scrub his thighs, his erect penis brushed against my nose, eyes, and mouth several times—my heart was pounding. Anyway, I didn't look up, and he couldn't see me.
I thought, "If I just bite it off, there won't be so much trouble," but, did I dare?
After washing everything except my father-in-law's penis, I said to him, "Dad, you can wash this spot yourself." It wasn't that I didn't want to, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it—it was my own father-in-law! Suddenly remembering my husband's joke the other day, my face flushed, and a surge of heat rose in my groin. My father-in-law turned slightly to the side, pulled back his foreskin, and I held the showerhead and poured water on his penis. "All done," my father-in-law said. So I took a large bath towel and dried his back first, then his front, and finally... When I touched his penis, I hesitated for a moment, then gritted my teeth and started wiping it. Even through the towel, I could feel his hard, erect penis. When I touched it, his body trembled slightly. Holding his penis through the towel, I couldn't help but ask, "Dad, you've been holding it in for so long, aren't you tired?" "No, not tired, it's just... uncomfortable," his voice trembled slightly.
I led his naked body to the room. The two of us were awkward again, knowing exactly what we were going to do, but unable to say it.
"Dad, why don't you cover yourself with a towel and lie down?"
I broke the awkward silence.
"Okay," he replied.
So I went back to the bathroom, my face flushed, and took a deep breath. I tidied my hair before returning to the room. My father-in-law was lying in bed with his eyes closed, covered by a towel. When I came out of the bathroom, he knew I was standing beside him, but he didn't say a word.
I said tremblingly, "Dad, let me... let me give you a massage."
"Okay."
So, with trembling hands, I lifted the towel blanket covering my father-in-law's lower body, and his dark penis was exposed before my eyes again. I took another deep breath and began to massage all around his penis like a kitten scratching an itch—a technique I learned from a young woman at a beauty salon. My husband really enjoys this kind of massage when I'm on my period. The young woman at the beauty salon said it's called a "pink massage"—it's just light, almost imperceptible touching of the skin with your fingertips; people who are ticklish absolutely can't stand it.
When I started touching my father-in-law, his whole body trembled. I asked him if he was uncomfortable, but he said, "It's good, it's good." Since I was squatting by the bed, I was a little tired: "Dad, let me climb up and do it; this is too tiring." My father-in-law didn't say anything.
I sat on my father-in-law's lap, patiently and gently stroking his penis. His fists clenched tightly from my stimulation, but I playfully told him to relax, relax, and relax some more. Several times, he unconsciously nudged his penis. I knew he craved direct stimulation. I saw glistening liquid seeping from the urethral opening; I knew it was semen. I took a napkin and pinched the head of his penis with my hand. He shuddered. I wiped away the fluid and continued with the same technique. Slowly, I noticed his body becoming increasingly restless and agitated. My underwear was already soaked with his own fluids. Since things had come to this, why not be a little more open?
Thinking this, I gently said to him, "Dad, how about I give you some stimulation?" He nodded eagerly.
I bit my lip lightly and moved my body forward on my father-in-law's thighs, slowly moving in front of his erect penis. I sat down and used my genitals to directly stimulate his penis. Although I was wearing a towel and panties underneath, it was comfortable for my father-in-law, and I could feel his penis stimulating my genitals through the towel and panties.
Everyone was comfortable.
My hands were still gently pushing against my father-in-law's upper body, but my hips began to twist back and forth, left and right. His penis moved around in my genitals, and he began to moan with satisfaction—actually, I was also feeling incredibly comfortable sitting on his penis—after a while, I realized that his penis was touching my inner thigh?
Looking down, I saw the towel had long since moved to either side, leaving only a thin pair of shorts separating my vagina from my father-in-law's—I didn't bother covering myself anymore, I just let it be—I continued to sway against him, waves of stimulation emanating from my genitals, a tingling, itchy sensation—my father-in-law's penis was thicker than my husband's, and more importantly, it was hard, making the friction incredibly pleasurable—"Oh—" my father-in-law made a sound of displeasure.
"What's wrong, Dad?"
he asked, pointing down below.
I looked down and realized that the lace trim on my shorts had probably hurt his penis.
By this time, I was no longer bothered and carefully examined his penis, finding nothing amiss; it was as hard as an iron rod, my small hand couldn't even fully grasp it—I chuckled, "Dad, give me something more exciting!" So, aroused by lust, I pulled down my underwear and directly touched my father-in-law's penis with my genitals. I thought, it wouldn't be incest if I didn't penetrate him.
My father-in-law must have felt his penis directly contacting my vagina. His penis was intertwined with my pubic hair, and he was clearly aroused—his fist clenched tighter. My genitals moved back and forth against his penis, trying to stimulate my clitoris more intensely. More and more fluid flowed from my vagina, and my body grew hotter and hotter. "Oh, Dad—" I couldn't help but cry out, and he moved in sync with me. Suddenly, I screamed, "Ah—!" and he opened his eyes and mouth wide. Somehow, most of his penis was already inside my vagina. Instantly, we both froze. I didn't know what to do.
My vagina held his penis, and I felt incredibly full. At that moment, all thoughts vanished; lust overcame everything.
I broke the silence and said, "Dad, it's in, let it wait a bit, you absolutely can't ejaculate." My father-in-law nodded understandingly—so I took his penis head into my mouth and continued to move it in a directional direction—and slightly raised my hips—slowly, slowly, his glans, his penis, officially entered my vagina—his penis wasn't long, but it was incredibly thick, filling my vagina completely after it went in. Instantly, my entire vagina was filled with his penis, and the stimulation emanating from my vagina felt like a microcurrent gradually spreading throughout my body. I had never felt anything like it before; it was simply wonderful—I tried to slowly raise my body while moving, letting his penis move actively inside me. My father-in-law understandingly and slowly began to gently thrust in and out—when his penis pulled out faster, it felt like my vagina was being pulled out along with his penis. When it came in, my entire vaginal wall felt swollen, full, and itchy again. It was itchy, like countless tiny worms crawling inside my vagina—my father-in-law had only been thrusting for a few minutes when a tingling, numb sensation spread through my vagina, first along my thighs. I knew it was the prelude to orgasm—my father-in-law seemed to sense my vaginal spasms and contractions. I sat numbly on top of him, no longer swaying, savoring the pleasure from his thrusts—"Ugh, Dad—Dad—" A tingling sensation began to spread from my genitals throughout my body—I was no longer ashamed. I lay on top of him, tightly hugging his neck, searching for his mouth—his penis was thrusting more and more violently inside me. My whole body felt numb and weak, I had no strength left—my father-in-law took me from one peak to another without any rest in between. I had never experienced such sex before—after a long time, I finally came to my senses, lying on top of him. I hugged his body and said:
"Dad, you're amazing—" I said, kissing my father-in-law's cheek. "Come on, child, lie down, I'll do it." "Ah, Dad, you're not done yet—" I exclaimed in surprise. "Dad isn't satisfied yet, don't worry, Dad won't ejaculate—" As he spoke, my father-in-law turned me over, spread my legs, and slowly inserted his penis into my body again. At this moment, the stimulation in my vagina was gone, and it felt a little numb from my father-in-law's penetration. I cooperated by spreading my legs wide, opening my genitals completely to my father-in-law. Although I felt a little ashamed for a moment, a hot current rolled down my face. Under the stimulation of my father-in-law's penis, my vagina gradually felt a tingling, itchy current again. At this moment, the phone rang. My father-in-law stopped and gestured for me to answer it. I saw that it was Li Jie, the young woman I had arranged to meet earlier, calling:
"I'm sorry, I was seeing my husband off on a business trip and it was inconvenient for me to answer the phone. I'm coming now, is it too late?" After a pause, she added, "This money is very important to me, really important." From her tone, she seemed a little anxious.
My father-in-law heard what the young woman said and gestured for me to bring her over.
I stared at him in disbelief, having forgotten what I was supposed to say to the young woman.
My father-in-law thrust his penis inside me, and I finally came to my senses. I checked the time; it was 1:30 PM.
"Hmm, how long will it take you to get here?"
"Half an hour,"
I said. "Okay, I'll wait for you in the lobby."
Before I even hung up, my father-in-law started thrusting into me again, for about five minutes straight. Just as I was about to climax again, he suddenly pulled out his penis. My soul seemed to leave my body the instant he withdrew. He patted my buttocks as if nothing had happened and said, "Quick, child, wash up, get dressed, and go downstairs, or we'll be late." I struggled to support my exhausted body, exhausted from his actions. Suddenly, he lifted and spread my legs, lowering his head to kiss my genitals—"Ah, Dad, no, no—" He sucked violently on my genitals, as if he were sucking my uterus out—I pushed his head away, I couldn't take this stimulation anymore—
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