Seahorse Grandpa

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The Wang family was a prominent clan in the county town. Wang Nan's father, Wang Haima, had four children: the eldest and second eldest were daughters, both married; the third was Wang Nan; and the youngest was still unmarried.
Wang Haima owned a small coal mine that produced a high-quality coking coal. Due to its superior quality, the Wang family became very wealthy within a few years. Their three-story house was decorated with the most fashionable furnishings of the time, and a large yard was filled with flowers and plants. My parents-in-law lived on the first floor, my husband and I on the second, and the youngest child on the third.
After getting married, I quit my job at the hardware store and began my affluent and happy life.
A year later, my child was born. Another year passed, and the youngest child got married. Several years later, my mother-in-law passed away, and my father-in-law, Haima, let my husband take over the small coal mine. From then on, my life changed.
My husband became busy with business, sometimes staying at the mine to manage production, sometimes going out to find clients, and sometimes traveling to distant places to collect payments. We had very little time together, and the opportunity to have sex was even less. I didn't care about any of that. I took good care of his family and our child. I also helped him with some business matters, like bookkeeping, paying salaries, and buying small accessories. We worked much harder than before, but I was content.
However, people around me kept reminding me that my husband was having an affair. I didn't believe it at first because we had loved each other so much. Later, I discovered that he rarely came home and was often with a girl named Xiaoli. One day, I caught them in bed together, and I realized how serious things were.
I wanted to divorce him, but our child was only three years old, and a divorce would be too painful for the child, so I held back. I continued to be a housewife, pinning all my hopes on my son. I longed for him to make me proud in the future.
My father-in-law also found out about us. He was furious. Every time my husband came home, he would berate him: "You brat, what's wrong with you? You have such a good wife at home, yet you're out looking for other women. You're a real scoundrel!"
Despite my gentle approach and my father-in-law's harsh words, my husband didn't change his ways and often stayed out all night.
Around this time, my son started kindergarten, and I became even busier. My father-in-law, feeling sorry for my son and me, often helped me with housework and also helped with business at the mine. This made my relationship with him much closer.
He was always cheerful and talkative, and I felt much more relaxed. However, I sensed something was off: he often stared at my chest, and my buttocks were his primary focus. Did he want to…? I didn't dare think about it. Gradually, I got used to it and stopped caring. Sometimes I would tease him; when he stared at my chest, I would puff out my chest and occasionally unbutton a button to give him a little thrill, but not to his full satisfaction. Seeing him swallow was stimulating; a long-lost excitement gave me a sense of satisfaction. After
that, my father-in-law helped me with housework even more diligently, and his behavior became increasingly obvious.
One day, I went to pick up my son from kindergarten, and it started raining. I called my father-in-law to ask him to bring in the laundry. When I got home, I found my father-in-law, Haima, holding my underwear in one hand and touching the crotch of the underwear with the other. Seeing how engrossed he was, I realized: he was thinking about my vagina, he was thinking about his daughter-in-law's vagina.
I blushed and quickly went to put the clothes away. My father-in-law was also embarrassed and went to mop the floor. His muscles rose and fell with the mopping, and even though he was over 50, he was still so strong and powerful.
I stared blankly, and a strange thought popped into my head: "Has my father-in-law had sex in the past two years since my mother-in-law died?
If not, does he want to have sex with his daughter-in-law? If he wants to have sex with me, is his penis still useful?" As I thought about this, I became very wet, and my vagina was incredibly itchy. I wanted to have sex with a man.
"Daughter-in-law, what's wrong?" My father-in-law probably noticed my unusual behavior.
I quickly said, "I need to cook, I'll go wash the vegetables first." As I said this, I took a bunch of water spinach to the kitchen to wash.
Just then, Grandpa Seahorse finished mopping the floor and came to help me. As he walked past me, he suddenly grabbed my buttocks with one hand.
What's wrong, Grandpa? How can you feel cramped in such a wide aisle, and have to touch your daughter-in-law's buttocks? I waited quietly for his next move, but he didn't.
In the following days, he always came to help me with this and that, and he touched my buttocks several times a day, each time arousing my desire and leaving me feeling restless. I knew Grandpa Seahorse wanted to have sex with me, but he had the desire but not the courage. It seemed I had to take the initiative.
Another day, Grandpa Seahorse's hand touched my buttocks again.
I took the opportunity to say, "Grandpa, you like women so much, why don't you find another one?"
"It's difficult. Young people don't want me, and I don't like older people," Grandpa Seahorse said, while groping my buttocks with both hands.
"Then you can go find a prostitute."
"I'm afraid I'll run into someone with a disease."
"Yes, you have a perfectly good woman at home, are you thinking about her?"
As soon as I finished speaking, my father-in-law's hand reached under my buttocks and forcefully touched my vulva.
"Father-in-law, no, this is incest!"
"Never mind, wife, let's cool off first, it's not a good way for us to suffer like this."
Before he finished speaking, he had already pulled down my pants, and with his big man's penis erect, he inserted it into my wet and throbbing vulva from behind.
At first, my father-in-law slowly thrust in and out, and after a few minutes, it turned into a series of violent thrusts. My father-in-law's durable penis kept thrusting slowly, slowly, wildly, and violently in my vagina. My whole body was filled with a tingling, numb, itchy, and itchy pleasure.
From that day on, my father-in-law never let my vagina go to waste: sometimes when I was cooking in the kitchen, he would lift one of my legs from behind and fuck me; sometimes when I was doing housework, he would hug me and press me down on the sofa to fuck me; sometimes when I was sleeping, he would crawl into my blanket and fuck me until I woke up; most of the time, as soon as it got dark, he would pull me into his room and fuck me all night.
And from that day on, I was no longer afraid of itching in my vagina, because I had the best anti-itch device—my father-in-law's huge penis.
...[The End]

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