Incest discovered by wife

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For ease of reading, I changed my name to "I".

I was born in a poor mountain village in southern Hubei. After graduating from university, I was fortunate enough to be assigned back to my hometown's municipal government as a secretary.

The following year, seeing others making big sums of money from the south, I became envious and, almost impulsively, resigned from my government job and jumped into the sea, heading south to seek my fortune. Just when I was almost at my wit's end, I had the good fortune to meet my current wife, Alan—an English translator for the general manager of a large enterprise group. She is a year and a half younger than me, a well-behaved southern girl born and raised here. I don't know if it was my nonsensical writing that moved her, or my mature and stable demeanor that didn't quite match my age that attracted her, but after meeting at a gathering, Alan took the initiative and pursued me. Our relationship developed rapidly, and a year later we were discussing marriage. Alan quickly agreed to take me to meet her mother.

Before this, Alan told me that her father had passed away when she was seven, and her mother had been a widow for over ten years, raising her daughter alone. Her mother was now the deputy section chief of the price bureau. I felt full of respect for my future mother-in-law, but at the same time, I was a little apprehensive, afraid that she would turn away me, an outsider. After Alan repeatedly encouraged me, I mustered up my courage and stepped into my future mother-in-law's house.

Perhaps due to her long hours working in government offices, my 43-year-old mother-in-law looked younger than her actual age. She maintained the dignified air characteristic of a government official in every gesture. Her first meeting was lukewarm, a perfunctory reception, which already satisfied me. And so, on February 18, 1997, Alan and I held our wedding.

Since neither Alan nor I were provided with housing by our work units, and we couldn't immediately afford an apartment, my mother-in-law renovated her three-bedroom apartment and set aside one room for us as our new home.

I always felt a certain awkwardness around my mother-in-law. Firstly, perhaps because of her position as a cadre, she maintained a reserved demeanor in front of me; secondly, she was only 17 years older than me, and calling her "Mom" always felt a bit awkward. Fortunately, Alan had a lively personality and skillfully navigated between me and my mother-in-law, preventing the atmosphere from becoming strained.

In September 1997, the group company Alan worked for was setting up a branch in the United States, and she was assigned to participate in the preparatory work abroad for nine months. Before leaving, Alan hugged me and cried her heart out. I solemnly promised my newlywed wife, "I will miss you day and night, and I will always look forward to your successful completion of your mission and your early return."

After Alan left, I spent more and more time with my mother-in-law. By the television and at the dinner table,

my mother-in-law gradually became more talkative, and the topics of conversation slowly developed from general pleasantries into exchanges and discussions.

Because I'm the kind of man who can't take care of himself, my mother-in-law took care of everything, from food and daily life to even secretly washing my underwear. For some reason, I felt my relationship with her was becoming increasingly harmonious. It was only then that I noticed she was actually a very talkative woman, with many unique insights into career and life, and such a deep understanding of human nature and relationships that I secretly admired. The two of them often chatted and laughed, even occasionally joking around, and gradually, a close and tacit understanding developed between them.

One afternoon, three months after Alan went abroad, my mother-in-law was hit by a car on her way home from work. Upon hearing the news, I rushed to the hospital. There, she was lying in bed with an IV drip, suffering a laceration to her right leg. For several days in a row, I took leave from work and stayed at the hospital day and night, running around, changing injections, getting medicine, preparing soups and bringing water, my eyes bloodshot from exhaustion. My fellow patients in the ward praised her enviously, saying she was so lucky to have such a young and devoted husband, and my mother-in-law just smiled without correcting me.

A month later, my mother-in-law recovered and was discharged from the hospital. As soon as she got home, she cooked me a delicious roast suckling pig and other dishes I loved, and even bought me a "Red Bean" suit for 1900 yuan. I initially thought this was my mother-in-law's way of repaying me for taking care of her in the hospital, but later I vaguely felt that its meaning was far more than that. After that, a smile always graced my mother-in-law's lips, her face rosy, and her tone when addressing me became very soft and gentle.

At the dinner table, she kept putting food on my plate, her eyes radiating a burning intensity. She didn't usually watch sports channels, but during that time she often sat next to me on the TV watching "League of Legends" or similar programs. Her clothing also subtly changed; she used to wear gray clothes often, but now, whenever she came home, she would wear trendy light red and emerald green outfits, exuding a faint rose-scented perfume.

In the past, she would often shower after I had gone to bed, but recently she started showering early after dinner, walking around in front of me in her pajamas.

These signs made me feel that something was quietly and intensely surging in my mother-in-law's eyes, a turbulent current intimately connected to me. I couldn't be sure, and dared not delve into it, but I truly felt it.

On New Year's Eve in 1997, Alan was in New York and unable to return home. Under the soft lamplight, my mother-in-law and I sat facing each other, eating our New Year's Eve dinner. She said I wasn't having much energy drinking alone, so she poured herself a glass and drank and chatted with me.

I said, "Mom, it's been years."

My mother-in-law paused for a moment upon hearing this. I immediately regretted my careless words, wondering if they had touched something deep within her heart.

She picked up her glass and downed it in one gulp, then refilled mine, saying, "Yes, life goes by so fast!" As she spoke and drank, she gradually became a little tipsy. She put down her chopsticks, slumped softly onto the table, and began to pour out her long-standing pain to me. Her husband's misfortune had placed a heavy burden on the family. She also had to be careful of gossip and raise her daughter alone; it had been incredibly difficult. As she spoke, her eyes welled up with tears…

Then she added, "Actually, it's not easy being a man either!"

My mother-in-law's sigh stirred up immense sadness within me. I didn't know what to say for a moment, so I took out a tissue and handed it to her.

As she spoke, she unconsciously leaned on my shoulder, and I couldn't help but reach out and stroke her hair…

She suddenly startled, her face flushed and hot, as if trying to pull away from my shoulder. Emboldened by the alcohol, I boldly pulled her tightly into my arms, gently stroking her shoulder. I truly didn't know what to say at that moment; my heart was pounding wildly.

My mother-in-law buried her face tightly in my chest, silent, and I felt tears streaming down her face. When she lifted her head and I gazed into her eyes, I felt her body trembling. I said to her, "Mom, I'll treat you well from now on!"

She suddenly blushed, hugged my forehead, and kissed me. My feelings were instantly confirmed, and I became much bolder. I was infected by my mother-in-law's passion, kissing her forehead and the corners of her eyes with a touch of frenzy, and even tentatively touching her breasts through her shirt. My mother-in-law collapsed weakly into my arms, her hands gently pounding my back.

I felt more and more confident, so I slowly unbuttoned her shirt. Her breasts were so large, standing there, trembling with my caresses. I gently lifted her white bra, and the nipples on her still round breasts were already showing a dark red color. I kneaded those soft yet firm mounds of flesh, bent down and took those two ripe grapes into my mouth, licking them back and forth with the tip of my tongue... Under my strong sucking, they gradually became erect.

My tongue slid down her deep cleavage inch by inch. Stimulated by me, my mother-in-law let out soft, indistinct moans, her body and limbs writhing incessantly.

My reason had long since vanished; I felt my veins throbbing, an uncontrollable, surging desire to possess her rising in waves…

Everything proceeded smoothly. I loosened my mother-in-law's belt slightly, my hand sliding down her slightly protruding belly towards her lower abdomen… slipping inside her panties…

Just as I was about to touch her, an accident occurred.

My mother-in-law suddenly gripped my hand tightly, saying anxiously, "No, stop! We… we can't do this… I'm worried about Alan…" My

mother-in-law's sudden change of heart left me somewhat bewildered and embarrassed. But I didn't dare get up. I knew in my heart that if I gave up now, she would escape forever, and I didn't know what the consequences would be. Then everything would be over.

At that point, I didn't care about anything else. Before she could cover herself, I forcefully pulled all her pants down to her knees, exposing her lower body completely to the soft light of the wall lamp.

I looked up, and before me was a strange sight: a middle-aged woman—my mother-in-law—displaying her still-fair thighs, smooth skin, and dark pubic hair, despite the passage of time…

“No! Don’t look… It’s so embarrassing… Turn off the light…” she pleaded, closing her eyes, her voice much softer.

Because of my insistence, my mother-in-law finally relented, allowing me to carry her into her room.

The light went out. My body pressed heavily against my mother-in-law's naked form, my chest pressed tightly against her high, firm breasts. For the first time in my life, I felt the inner magic of a middle-aged woman; the soft, maternal touch drove me wild. I groaned and hugged my mother-in-law even tighter.

"You're so beautiful! I... I love you so much."

My mother-in-law no longer resisted my caresses. My hands roamed freely among her pubic hair, but she struggled, twisting her hips, refusing to let me enter easily. This was almost exactly the same as when I first slept with Alan. I wondered if other women were like this too?

I was kissing my mother-in-law's face and breasts, my penis already hard as a rock. With a cry from her, I thrust into her vagina…

Drunk, I was like a beast in heat.

"Oh!…you…be gentle!…I…I'm so old…you really…I…"

My mother-in-law was powerless to resist, letting me kiss her body wherever I wanted, letting my hands roam over her, letting me repeatedly ravage and possess her.

With each powerful thrust of my lower body, I finally felt my mother-in-law's tenderness and excitement... She moaned softly, her mouth slightly open. At the moment of my ejaculation, she tightly embraced my buttocks, so tightly... Streams of hot semen flowed into her parched body, and my lips pressed deeply against hers. Exhausted, I collapsed into her warm embrace... When

I woke up in the morning, my head throbbed violently. I suddenly realized I was lying naked on my mother-in-law's bed in her bedroom, and I immediately remembered everything that had happened the night before. I was startled, and after a moment of elation, I began to worry. At breakfast, my mother-in-law brought out a large bowl of steaming poached eggs from the kitchen, her face flushed with a shy blush.

I was restless all day on New Year's Day, unable to look her in the eye, but she acted as if nothing had happened, doing laundry, cooking, and receiving guests who came to pay their respects. Even as I went to bed that night, my heart remained uneasy, a feeling that something was about to happen.

Around 11:30 pm on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, shortly after I got into bed, I heard the bedroom door creak open, and a figure slipped in. I was both happy and scared, but I quickly calmed down, and after a moment of resignation, I felt a sense of acceptance. Like a true man, I carried my mother-in-law to bed. I tried my best to suppress the temptation of desire and boldly confessed my love to my mother-in-law, who had been widowed for many years. My sincere words and rough embrace almost instantly made her collapse into my arms.

After experiencing my mother-in-law's affair, I felt a sense of guilt for incest and a deep remorse for being unfaithful to my wife. It wasn't until I received Alan's call about returning home that we both came to our senses. I remember when Alan got off the plane, she rushed towards me without hesitation, hugged me in front of everyone, and cried excitedly. My mother-in-law stood quietly to the side, a hint of jealousy flashing across her face.

When my wife came home, to thank me for taking care of my mother for the past nine months, she gave me a loud kiss in front of her. I felt guilty; my face burned like tiny insects were crawling on it. I was worried my infidelity would be discovered, and even more worried that my mother-in-law, out of jealousy, would reveal the truth.

I have to admire women's keen observation skills. A few days after Alan returned home, she sensed something was amiss. She quietly asked me, "Mom has changed a lot since I went abroad, have you noticed?"

I said I hadn't changed much. Alan said, "No, Mom seems much younger. She never used to wear brightly colored clothes, but I've noticed she has several trendy outfits in her closet. Isn't that strange?"

I said how would I know about women's things? Alan laughed at me, calling me a careless fool.

Not long after, my mother-in-law vomited while eating. Alan urged her to see a doctor, but she said it was just a cold and nothing serious. However, she continued to vomit on the second and third days.

That night, Alan asked me inexplicably, "Has any man come to our house these past few days?"

I said no.

My wife then asked if Uncle Wang had come.

Uncle Wang was the personnel manager at my mother-in-law's workplace. I had heard that he had been relentlessly pursuing my mother-in-law after his wife's death, but for some reason, she had always refused to let him in.

When Alan asked this question, I was completely baffled and casually replied, "It seems like he hasn't come."

This was strange. In my sleep, I murmured, "How could this be? How could this be..."

The next day, my mother-in-law returned from the hospital, saying she had gastritis and was taking sick leave to rest at home. Alan happened to be away on a business trip, and before leaving, he repeatedly told me to take good care of my mother. I didn't dare to neglect my duty, so I bought chicken soup for my mother-in-law and brought it to her bedside. My mother-in-law grasped my hand, and two streams of tears flowed down her cheeks. For some reason, seeing her frail body, I was suddenly overcome with pity...

Since Alan returned to China, he had become very busy with his career, traveling frequently. My mother-in-law and I remained closely connected; her understanding, motherly yet wifely tenderness and care were irresistible to me. And so, our family of three was like a small boat sailing on the sea, with mother and daughter rowing and son-in-law steering.

After secretly reading my wife's diary, I was deeply shocked. If I hadn't accidentally discovered the secret within, I might have remained confident and content, believing I could control the love and fate of two women. But as I turned the pages, large beads of sweat rolled down my forehead…

That day, I went to the market but had no money. Seeing my wife's purse hanging on the wall, I casually opened it to take some change and unexpectedly found an exquisite diary inside. In my memory, Alan had never kept a diary, so I curiously opened it and began to read. Good heavens! A surge of heat rushed to my head, my vision blurred, and my hands trembled. It turned out that my wife already knew about my affair with my mother-in-law.

My wife's diary contains 13 entries, and every single one of them chills me to the bone. She not only knows about my affair with her mother, but she also knows that her mother was pregnant and had an abortion at the hospital.

"One rainy summer night, the clear night sky held a few scattered stars silently accompanying the cool moon; but tonight I felt unwell and went home early. Quietly opening my bedroom door, I found it ajar, and a faint, strange sound came from inside, like a dog drinking water.

I listened intently. I could only hear indistinct, intermittent heavy groans, like someone seriously ill lying in bed moaning, followed by the dizzying creaking and shaking of the large bed.

My premonition was correct; a sense of shame washed over me. My mother was too restless; she had betrayed me." Father! But curiosity led me slowly to the door, and I was instantly stunned!

Inside, two people, covered in sweat, were naked and making love. I never expected that the naked man… was him! My husband!

He was riding on top of my mother, moving frantically! He was like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, and the sounds of their union were loud. My mother lay on her back on the bed, her lower body completely naked, her upper body half-undone, revealing a large bra, which was only partially concealed. My husband was on top of my mother, holding her tightly, his lower body thrusting relentlessly. My mother writhed beneath him, only moaning dreamily.

Watching my husband thrust his hips, each thrust faster and harder than the last, both of them trembling, I trembled too. After several dozen more thrusts, my husband suddenly stopped, and the whole room fell silent.

Through the crack in the door, I saw my husband lying on top of my mother, panting. After a while, he got up and pulled out his penis. His penis was wet, and their sweat and semen had soaked the sheets. A tantalizing scene was laid bare before my eyes. For a long time, I didn't say a word; my mind was blank…

Oh God! I broke down!

Just the day before, in this very house, in my own room, I had also let out those same passionate moans from under my husband. And today, he actually possessed my mother's body—my birth mother! His mother-in-law!

I feel ashamed. I don't know how they could have gotten to this point. He shouldn't have slept with my mother! He's despicable and shameless! I hate him so much! But how can I face this? What should I do?

I walked alone into the street, from the initial dazzling lights to seeing every house darkened and everyone asleep. My heart grew cold. For

some reason, all I could see were the images of those two bodies writhing on the bed. I knew it couldn't be like this! One was my mother, the other my husband. They couldn't do this. They betrayed their morals, betrayed their family, and did something they shouldn't have. I thought frantically and fearfully, feeling nauseous, but what could I do? "I can't get a divorce. Why? I don't know! Because? Maybe because I still need a husband, a home that feels like a home..."

Alan wrote in her diary, "I never dreamed that the person I love most would steal my husband, that the person I cherish most would betray my feelings. I really want to die!"

In another entry, she wrote, "My heart is bleeding, but I can't bring myself to hate. My mother has been a widow for over ten years; it hasn't been easy for her!"

She said that no matter what, she had to remain calm and never show any emotion that would break the ice. After experiencing painful struggles, her emotions gradually calmed down. She even forgave and acknowledged my affair with her mother. The wife's diary entries were simply unbelievable: it turned out that her later so-called "business trips" were all fake; in fact, she was resting in the office every few days. She deliberately gave me and her mother a "chance."

I gently put the diary back where it was, acting as if nothing had happened, trying my best to hide the intense shock inside.

One evening six months later, I suddenly announced my decision to move out and rent a place. The two women looked at each other, then stared at me with wide eyes. I explained that Alan and I were adults and should be independent and start our own businesses. Alan immediately expressed her firm opposition: "Has Mom been mean to you? It's good for the family to stay together and support each other. Besides, can we afford to rent a place?" I still insisted on my point of view, and the two of us argued endlessly. My mother-in-law remained silent, as if she was thinking about something.

Finally, she broke the deadlock, saying, "Okay, moving out will increase expenses, but that will motivate you two to earn more money. We'll buy a new house sooner or later anyway." With his mother-in-law's support, Alan finally surrendered.

Last autumn, we moved to a residential area three kilometers from my mother-in-law's, living in a one-bedroom apartment. Four months later, good news came from above: Alan's belly gradually grew. I was overjoyed; this homeless man could finally be a father!

This year, May 19th was my mother-in-law's birthday, and my wife and I went to wish her a happy birthday. The house was messy and deserted. My mother-in-law was wearing her gray clothes again; her lipstick was gone, her rosy cheeks were gone, and fine wrinkles had appeared at the corners of her eyes. I felt genuinely sad. Although my mother-in-law and I both knew our relationship was immoral, it wasn't just a physical affair.

At lunch, Alan said, "Mom, we want to move back home. Our little grandson will need you as his grandmother to take care of him in the future." My mother-in-law forced a smile but didn't reply.

That afternoon, my wife took our son to her aunt's house again. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I sneaked in while my mother-in-law was reading the newspaper by the bed and suddenly hugged her.

Her face flushed instantly. She tried to push me away but failed, and quickly scolded, "Ah...no!...Don't...don't do this!...I'm your mother-in-law! In broad daylight, aren't you afraid someone will see?"

I firmly kissed her reddened cheek and said, "There's no one here, just the two of us."

My mother-in-law adopted that traditional woman's posture and said, "I'm really a little scared...for the child, for this family...let's call it quits..."

I knew she was genuinely worried and still angry with me, so I forcefully pinned her down. She tried to struggle, but I decided not to give her a chance to speak and sealed her mouth with mine. Her resistance weakened, and finally she gave in to me.

Every time I held my mother-in-law and smelled her scent, I would think of my wife, and I would have a feeling that it would erase my desire for her. But another force immediately arose within me to counteract it—the thrill of conquering taboo, far greater than the first.

There was a full-length mirror beside the bed, reflecting our naked embrace. Gazing at my mother-in-law's snow-white, voluptuous body and her swaying breasts in the mirror, I couldn't help but slip my hand into her vagina.

"Oh!...Look at you...again...in the middle of the afternoon..." A tempting pink flushed my mother-in-law's face.

I climbed back onto her smooth, soft belly, my hand gently caressing her still full, rounded abdomen.

The afternoon sun shone on the bed, highlighting the snow-white of my mother-in-law's skin and the glossy black of her hair. Our heavy breathing and her deep moans echoed in the bedroom…

As I thrust into her, she sobbed again, burying her face in my chest. She said she couldn't tell if she was happy or sad…

Back at the rented apartment, Alan again suggested moving back, a mix of coquettishness and threats: she only gave me one night to think it over, or she'd make my life miserable tomorrow.

This was undoubtedly a crucial decision for me. That night, I walked alone down the street, lighting a cigarette. I thought about many things. First, I thought of my wife, Alan—a lively, kind girl who had suffered the loss of her love, experiencing immense emotional pain and struggle, making choices, finding balance, and coordinating between family and love.

I thought of my mother-in-law—a woman past her prime, still possessing a captivating charm. In fact, she wasn't promiscuous; she had endured years of hardship as a widow for her daughter. Her unwavering adherence to traditional wifely virtues earned her widespread praise. What lay hidden deep within her heart and emotions?

I thought of myself again. Am I a despicable and vile man? I remember from the moment I fell in love, I steadfastly upheld my beliefs about love, vowing never to be a fickle man, never to have physical intimacy with any woman other than my wife. In fact, I kept that promise before marriage. But why, while my wife was abroad for a few months, was I lying in another woman's bed? I deeply loved Alan, but I betrayed my promise to her, and I betrayed my own beliefs about love. How can I explain this betrayal? The development of my affair with my mother-in-law wasn't solely her doing; I also played a tacit role. Is this feeling love, or incest? ...I'm confused.

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