My mother-in-law

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Speaking of my mother-in-law, there's a long story to tell. Her name was Jia Xiaolan. In high school, she was the most beautiful girl in school, with many admirers. In her second year of high school, because her father retired, she dropped out to take his place at the county machinery factory, becoming a proud proletarian worker.
This might seem incomprehensible to many today, but in those days, it was something many would desperately try to achieve but couldn't. My mother-in-law was only 18 when she started working at the factory, where she met my father-in-law. He was a newly assigned worker-peasant-soldier college graduate, talented and handsome. Jia Xiaolan fell in love with him at first sight, and under her persistent pursuit, they married in 1979. My wife
was their first child; she was only 19 when she was born, and her younger sister was born two years later. Unfortunately, their happiness was short-lived. My father-in-law passed away from illness the year my wife graduated from junior high and entered a teacher's college. Jia Xiaolan was only 38 years old that year.
After graduating from university, I came to work in a small town through the civil service exam, in the county's organization department. Two years later, I met my wife, who had just graduated from a teacher's college. We fell in love at first sight, and it took us less than six months from meeting to getting married.
When my wife and I got married, Jia Xiaolan had just turned 42. Jia Xiaolan's home was a three-bedroom apartment in the staff dormitory area of the town's machinery factory. My work unit didn't provide housing, so after we got married, we lived with my mother-in-law. The elementary school where my wife taught was located in a remote town, more than 100 kilometers away from the town. She could only come back on Saturdays and had to leave again on Sundays. At that time, my sister-in-law was studying at a teacher's college in the provincial capital, so it was just Jia Xiaolan and me at home most of the time.
Although Jia Xiaolan was in her early forties, she exuded the maturity and elegance of a virtuous woman. She always spoke softly and gently, and every gesture she made carried a strong feminine charm. Because she paid attention to her clothing and appearance, she was still radiant and retained her charm. Unlike most women whose figures deteriorate significantly with age, she maintained a remarkably perfect figure and curves. Her full breasts stood tall and firm, her waist was almost free of excess fat, her buttocks were large and round, and her skin was fair and smooth—a fact evidenced by the beastly gazes many men gave her. Whenever she and my wife went out together, people said they looked like sisters, not mother and daughter. When
I got married, we didn't have a formal ceremony; we just had a small banquet at a restaurant in the city for some relatives and friends. I didn't even take them to see the new house. Some close friends always said I wasn't being generous.
One day in August, after finishing my work, I invited some friends to my house for dinner to make up for their disappointment. It was a Saturday, and Jia Xiaolan went out early to buy groceries.
Around 1 PM, I went to pick up my friends. As I entered, one of the clumsy guys called me, Jia Xiaolan, "Big Sister," making me quite embarrassed. Jia Xiaolan smiled and explained, "I'm his mother-in-law." They teased, "Auntie, you're so young and beautiful, we thought you were Xiao Lei's older sister." Their words made me take a closer look at my mother-in-law.
Yes, she was different today. Her hair was carefully pulled back, her eyebrows were drawn, and her face was lightly powdered, elegant yet dignified. She wore a pair of soft, thin, gray-white trousers, and a tight-fitting, open-necked t-shirt. The trousers fit her perfectly, hugging her rounded hips, the outline of her underwear faintly visible. The t-shirt accentuated her breasts, making them appear firm, round, and shapely, almost spilling out. When she bent over, her shallow cleavage was faintly visible, very alluring. Jia Xiaolan was already quite beautiful, and with this new look, she was even more striking, making my heart race. I can usually drink a lot, but that day I made excuses to decline many drinks.
After the meal, as I was seeing my friends off, one of them chuckled and said to me privately, "Your mother-in-law is so beautiful, you're quite the lucky guy. Don't go after her and her son too!" I felt a little flattered, but took it as a joke and didn't think much of it. When I got home, Jia Xiaolan was mopping the floor, and I sat on the sofa watching TV, but my eyes kept wandering between her breasts and buttocks.
That night I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about her naked, longing to break the taboo of mother-son relations and enjoy that immoral and sinful thrill. That night, she became the object of my sexual fantasies, until I masturbated and ejaculated with great satisfaction. Although I had the desire, I didn't have the courage. However, something happened later that made me take another step closer to sin.
Once, a subordinate unit hosted a work-related banquet for us. There were six of them and only three of us. They were quite adept at urging us to drink, and I got completely drunk that day. I don't remember anything about getting home.
I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up thirsty, I found myself lying on the floor with a straw mat, shirtless except for tight underwear, covered only by a blanket. The light in the room was still on, and the sheets and my clothes were gone.
I checked the time; it was past 3 a.m. I made up my mind: my wife wasn't home, and the person who brought me home wouldn't have done this. It could only be her—my mother-in-law. I felt a little embarrassed, but secretly quite pleased.
The next morning, I still felt dizzy and unwell. My mother-in-law had already prepared breakfast.
"I cooked some millet porridge and pickled vegetables to help you sober up. You drank so much last night, you were completely drunk. You need to be more careful next time."
"Who brought me home last night?" "It was Xiao Hou, the driver from your workplace. We practically dragged you upstairs." "Did I throw up?" "You're one to talk! You threw up not long after Xiao Hou left. You didn't even move your head, you just threw up on the bed, getting your clothes all dirty. We had to clean you up, drag you off the bed, and then, since I didn't have the strength to lift you back onto the bed, I had no choice but to let you sleep on the floor." From then on, I reduced my social engagements and spent more time at home. My mother-in-law is a talkative person, and within a few days we were talking about everything, even private topics like who at work was having an affair. We became closer.
Our conversations and feelings had grown closer, but the physical closeness started when I bought a computer. Without that computer, we might have just been chat buddies, and nothing like what happened later would have happened.
Staying at home for so long got boring, so I bought a computer, got broadband internet, and started using it at home. Unfortunately, Jia Xiaolan was a card-playing addict. Every night, after I finished showering, she would sit next to me and watch me play online. It was summer, nighttime, and the fan was on. We sat very close, and the scent of her freshly showered shower gel and the wind blowing through her hair constantly brushed against my cheeks and neck, making me restless.
What was worse, most of the time she wore white, strappy pajamas, with her bra straps completely exposed, and even the shape, pattern, and color of her bra underneath clearly visible. Her pajama bottoms were very thin, ending above the knee, exposing a section of her thigh.
Every now and then, our exposed thighs would touch. At first, we would pull away as if electrocuted. Later, I started teaching her how to use the computer, which meant we had to sit very close. Shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand, it was inevitable that our legs would touch. We gradually got used to it, and I enjoyed the sensual pleasure of our thighs touching.
Gradually, when Jia Xiaolan was using the computer, I would often place my hand on her thigh or put it on her shoulder over the back of the chair. When I got a good hand, I would shake her shoulders vigorously. She didn't refuse or show any displeasure.
As time went on, I became bolder, occasionally pinching her muscles, touching her ear, or smoothing her hair. At first, Jia Xiaolan would sway slightly or stomp her foot to stop me from touching her, but soon she let me.
Later, when we watched TV, we sat very close together, and without thinking, my hand would slip behind Jia Xiaolan and gently place my palm on her round and firm buttocks, sometimes even gently kneading them. Jia Xiaolan didn't object. Even so, neither of us took any further steps.
For several days in a row, we enjoyed this tacit, private, and respectful exchange of body and soul.
My wife came home on Saturday. Just after 9 pm, she said she was tired and wanted to rest, insisting on taking me with her. I knew what she meant. Once in the bedroom, her hurried movements made the wire mesh bed hiss, and her occasional moans forced Jia Xiaolan, who was reading in the living room, to turn the TV back on and up the volume. While making love with my wife, I thought of my mother-in-law. My
wife left the next day. Because of what happened last night, I couldn't look Jia Xiaolan in the eye. But she acted as if nothing had happened, chatting and laughing as usual. After showering that evening, she sat next to me as before, asking me to teach her how to play "Red Alert." We were back to that old feeling.
Our thighs were pressed together, and the scent of her shower gel made me dizzy. I closed my eyes, carefully inhaling her fragrance—a very special scent, as if it traveled from my nose to my brain, allowing my brain to truly experience its magic!
Gradually, I felt an urge, as if the beast within me had been lured by the fragrance and was trying to break free from moral constraints, ready to unleash its power!
A moment later, my left hand slipped under her clothes and gently rubbed her lower back. Jia Xiaolan didn't resist. My hand slowly moved down, touching her waistband. It slipped in little by little, from her outer pants to her underwear, until it finally rested on her round, smooth, and elastic buttocks.
I felt a slight tremor in her body, a gentle twist of her waist. My heart pounded, my blood boiled, and time seemed to freeze; neither of us moved away.
The game continued, but Jia Xiaolan kept making mistakes with the mouse, and I was incoherent in my instructions. My hand slowly moved upwards, touching Jia Xiaolan's bra. I gently tapped the clasp with two fingers.
As I prepared to unfasten the bra, Jia Xiaolan swayed slightly and struggled for a moment, a subtle movement that aroused my desire. I quickened my pace, unfastening the bra and gently resting my head on her right shoulder. My right hand slipped under the front of her bra, while my left hand followed under her armpit.
My hands cupped her breasts from beneath her bra; they were slightly sagging but soft, and my heart trembled with unease. I glanced up at Jia Xiaolan; her face was flushed, her chest pounding. I gently massaged her breasts, pinching her nipples lightly between my fingers, using my index finger and thumb to gently pinch them. I softly enveloped her breasts with my palms, my fingertips tracing the curves of her breasts from top to bottom, my fingers circling lightly around her nipples. I heard Jia Xiaolan's rapid breathing; her right hand pressed tightly against my thigh, her breasts began to swell, and her nipples hardened. My heart pounded, my body felt like it was on fire, my throat was parched, and my lower body was unbearably swollen—a feeling
I'd only ever experienced during my passionate courtship with my wife. Overwhelmed by desire, I lost all reason and disregarded everything. I pulled Jia Xiaolan onto my bed and pressed myself heavily on top of her. Jia Xiaolan struggled, trying to push me away, but I didn't care anymore. I stood up to take off her pants, but she sat up too, gripping them tightly with both hands. Jia Xiaolan, hesitant and conflicted, instinctively defended her last line of defense, while I was determined to achieve my goal.
I knelt with my buttocks pressed against Jia Xiaolan's legs, using my head to forcefully pull down her pants by pressing against her abdomen. My head was buried in Jia Xiaolan's thick lower body; the curly hair below tickled my face, accompanied by a faint scent of shower gel. I stood up, half-embracing her, and pressed Jia Xiaolan down again. Jia Xiaolan was still struggling, twisting her lower body, murmuring, "No, no, no." However, her movements were not as intense as before. I tried to take off Jia Xiaolan's clothes. This time, Jia Xiaolan did not refuse and even slightly raised herself to cooperate with me in taking off her clothes. The night was gentle, and desire was intense. Jia Xiaolan's face was flushed, and her breathing was uneven, but she was reserved and refused to take off her underwear. It was a beautiful set of underwear, a white lace bra with thin mesh cups, so comfortably wrapped around her... Yet at this moment, how eager I was to remove this last line of defense.
So, with a brute force, and with a slight tearing sound, the beautiful lingerie fluttered to the ground. We didn't say a word the whole time; only the whirring of the electric fan and our rapid breathing filled the air.
Our naked bodies pressed tightly together. My hands slipped under Jia Xiaolan's armpits, encircling her shoulders, my arms tightly gripping her full, round breasts. Our faces were pressed together, and I gently kissed and nibbled at Jia Xiaolan's earlobe. At this moment, sinful desire had overwhelmed my reason, and of course, I wouldn't let go easily. I simply rolled over and pressed myself against Jia Xiaolan's body, stripping myself completely naked as well.
I pressed my legs against Jia Xiaolan's lower body, my knees squeezing between her thighs, spreading her plump legs wide apart. My left hand tightly gripped her full waist, my right hand pinched her full breasts, and with the powerful pressure of my lower abdomen and thighs, I pressed her firmly into my arms. My erect penis was just outside her vagina, and it felt incredibly stimulating.
I ran my hand along the inside of Jia Xiaolan's thighs; the thick pubic hair and the raised mons pubis made me impatient. I guided my penis down her lower body, found the right spot, and eagerly thrust it in.
The moment I reached her, she let out a soft moan. I might have hurt her; middle-aged people are different from young people, their sexual arousal isn't as quick, and she wasn't properly lubricated before I entered. However, that slight resistance, different from that of a young person, gave me a wonderful pleasure.
I didn't move anymore, letting my penis rest quietly inside her vagina. The muscles of her vaginal walls gripped my erect penis tightly. I lay quietly on top of her, constantly stroking her breasts, abdomen, and buttocks.
Soon, Jia Xiaolan began to move, hugging my buttocks tightly, biting my shoulder lightly and heavily with her teeth, her hips occasionally twitching. Our legs were tightly intertwined like snakes, her grip causing me some pain. Jia Xiaolan's lower body also began to lubricate, becoming wet. I tried to slowly thrust in and out a few times; her slippery vagina felt much looser, allowing me to move in and out freely.
Years of abstinence had made her movements somewhat clumsy and stiff, passively following my rhythm, letting me control her. My thrusts pushed Jia Xiaolan to orgasm, her soft moans becoming increasingly rapid. The long-awaited pleasure made her hands on my buttocks move much harder and faster. I frantically thrust in and out, my mother-in-law's labia flipping and turning in and out with each stroke of my penis, performing repetitive, deforming movements.
After the ecstasy, a wave of pleasure surged through my penis, concentrating in my lower abdomen. An unbearable ecstasy immediately spread throughout my body, gathering at the very bottom of my spine, a tingling, itchy sensation. I could no longer hold back; I finally erupted like a volcano, my ejaculation gushing out after a few thrusts.
Jia Xiaolan still held me tightly with her eyes closed, unwilling to let go. After ejaculating, I lay weakly on Jia Xiaolan's voluptuous body, panting heavily. Jia Xiaolan lovingly wiped the sweat from my forehead, nudged me gently, and then half-held me as she sat up. My limp penis slid out with my mother-in-law's vaginal fluids.
Jia Xiaolan leaned back slightly, supporting herself with her hands. I knelt on her knees, facing her. I looked down at her reddened labia, glistening with vaginal fluid under the light. Her vaginal opening wasn't fully closed, and I could see my milky white semen seeping from her small red hole.
I couldn't resist the sight. I leaned down, hugging her shoulders and pressing myself against her. Jia Xiaolan responded, closing her eyes and holding me tightly, unwilling to let go. I lay quietly on top of her, gently caressing her earlobe and lips.
After a while, Jia Xiaolan opened her eyes, released her arms, and pushed me away, saying, "Get up, I'm tired." We looked at each other, and I lightly touched her lips to mine before leaving her.
A woman's inherent shyness made her sit up as well. After pausing for a moment, she stood up without saying a word, grabbed the clothes scattered on the bed, and hurriedly left my room naked, even forgetting the bra that was still lying in the corner of the bed.
That night I couldn't sleep. I wondered if Jia Xiaolan felt the same way. After the brief physical pleasure, I was plunged into deep self-reproach. What we had done was what people call "incest.
" The word "incest" kept haunting my mind. Was I committing incest? I asked myself. I was filled with remorse and wanted to find solace in that remorse. Soon, I found a reason for myself—a reason that I thought was plausible, even respectable.
Some might say I was writing pornography, and sometimes I even thought so myself. Why did I have to go to such lengths? I just needed to tell people: My mother-in-law and I did something we shouldn't have done, we committed incest, please help me! Wouldn't that be enough? Why would I go to such lengths to sensationalize? I wrote in
such detail to show people that throughout the whole process, she was passive, that I was the one seducing her, and that Jia Xiaolan was a kind person. She lost her husband at 38, a stage in a woman's life often described as "fierce and virile," yet she suppressed her desires, devoting all her energy to raising her children, while also adhering to the old adage "a widow's door is always rife with gossip," never crossing the line. She managed this for years.
If Jia Xiaolan were a flirtatious woman, I imagine she would have had many suitors, and rumors of her being a "third party" would have circulated. She had none of these, not even a thought of remarrying.
Our affair wouldn't affect other families, wouldn't harm society, and, if kept secret, wouldn't even affect our own families; we were only tormented by our consciences. I simply gave Jia Xiaolan what she deserved, albeit immorally. If in reincarnation such a thing leads to hell, I'm willing to bear it all. The second reason can be reasoned as follows:
people consider our relationship incestuous because we are mother and son. This mother-son relationship is a necessary reason for the conclusion of incest. In other words, for the proposition "mother and son → sexual relationship → incest" to be valid, the first two conditions must be met. However, I believe the foundation of our mother-son relationship is not so solid; it's negotiable.
There are two types of mother-son relationships: one is inherent, built on blood ties, unbreakable, material, and unchangeable; the other is a kinship relationship established through a third party, such as the relationship between parents-in-law established through their children's marriage, or stepparents, godparents, etc. These relationships depend on the existence of a third party, are conscious, and changeable.
My relationship is this kind. If my marriage to her daughter did not exist or was dissolved, my relationship with Jia Xiaolan would not be incest. That is to say, our so-called incest is an acquired concept; its validity is determined by people—this person could be you, me, or someone else—the standard is not fixed.
There's a saying, "A teacher for a day is a father for life," but in reality, we see many examples of teacher-student relationships. Furthermore, in some villages in Sichuan, polyandry still exists, sometimes involving brothers sharing a wife, sometimes father and son sharing a wife. Logically, that's incest, but few people consider it incestuous. Therefore, I don't think our relationship was incestuous in the traditional sense; at most, it was just an affair.
Driven by these two reasons, we had our second, and final, passionate encounter. The next morning, when I woke up, Jia Xiaolan had already gone to work. Breakfast was prepared and placed on the table. There was a note on the table that read: "Buy me two emergency contraceptive pills when you get home from work."
I mentally berated myself for focusing only on pleasure and forgetting the most important thing. The town is small; you know at least seven or eight out of ten people you meet. It's not a good thing for a widow to go to the trouble of buying contraceptives, so she had to ask me to do it.
For over ten days, I lived in constant anxiety, wanting to ask Jia Xiaolan but not daring to. Every day I observed her closely, fearing she might suddenly vomit uncontrollably, which would be a serious problem.
About twenty days later, at dinner, I asked Jia Xiaolan, "Are you alright?" She said, "What do you mean, 'alright'?" "About the birth control pills." "I took them a while ago, they're fine, it's all over." I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. For many days afterward, I wanted to rekindle our romance, but I didn't dare. Now, Jia Xiaolan seemed preoccupied every day, no longer watching me online, keeping her distance from me when watching TV, and rarely talking to me except about everyday matters. I knew what was bothering Jia Xiaolan; after all, no one feels comfortable sleeping with the same man as their daughter. We spent another month in this oppressive atmosphere.
One afternoon, I came home from work but didn't see Jia Xiaolan; she usually came home first. I cooked dinner and waited for her, but it was past nine o'clock at night, and she still hadn't returned. Since she didn't have a cell phone, I didn't know where to look for her. I thought if Jia Xiaolan didn't return in another hour, I would have to go out and look for her.
I anxiously kept checking my watch. About forty minutes passed, and just as I was about to leave, the phone rang. I rushed to answer it; it was Aunt Liu, Jia Xiaolan's colleague, calling to say that Jia Xiaolan was drunk and had been taken downstairs, asking me to come pick her up.
I ran downstairs in a few strides. Jia Xiaolan was drunk; although still somewhat conscious, she was unsteady on her feet. As I saw Aunt Liu out, she explained why Jia Xiaolan was drunk: a close colleague had invited them to a birthday dinner, and some of the women, who weren't heavy drinkers, had drunk too much.
Back home, I went to the bedroom to check on Jia Xiaolan. She was lying on her back on the bed, arms and legs outstretched, her face flushed, eyes closed, breathing heavily. Her large breasts rose and fell with her breath, half her waist was exposed, and her tight jeans outlined her pubic area in a way that made one's blood boil.
I only intended to help her take off her shoes, but then my hands wandered to Jia Xiaolan's outer clothes and pants. Today, Jia Xiaolan was wearing a bright red lingerie set. Under the light, the bright red bra and panties were particularly eye-catching. I gently stroked her breasts a few times, then slipped my hand inside her panties and touched her plump lower triangle. I was breathing heavily, my whole body was burning, and I was about to lose control, but I didn't dare. I tried hard to suppress my desire.
I pulled my hand out, and just as I turned to leave, Jia Xiaolan opened her eyes, sat up, and said, "Come on!" It turned out that Jia Xiaolan had been awake all along. I was suddenly at a loss, standing there frozen for more than ten seconds. Jia Xiaolan slowly unhooked her bra and pulled down her panties on the bed, then quietly lay down.
Jia Xiaolan's completely naked body was displayed before my eyes. Parts I hadn't seen before were now fully exposed. Her breasts, without the support of a bra, sagged and spread to the sides, undulating with every movement. Her breasts weren't large, but the pointed peaks appeared firm. The nipples were high, surrounded by a large, alluring halo of light.
Jia Xiaolan's waist was somewhat thick, and the fullest part of her body was her round buttocks. In middle age, her lower abdomen had lost the flatness and elasticity of a young girl, now slightly protruding, revealing two jade-like thighs. Her two plump, snow-white buttocks were also completely exposed. At the base of her almost translucent, snow-white thighs was a high, hairy vulva protruding below her abdomen. The white skin and dark pubic hair exuded an irresistible, intense stimulation.
Her dark brown pubic hair, curly and thick, coarse and stiff, formed an inverted triangle covering her full, mounded vulva. Her dark purple clitoris nestled between her thick labia like a ripe grape.
From the front, a pink cleft was visible beneath her smooth, white vulva. Her pubic area was a dark reddish-black, with the mons pubis slightly raised. Her smooth labia, like budding petals, protruded high, and the barely visible cleft between them exuded endless allure and desire. Seeing all this, I felt my head spinning.
The summer air seemed to be filled with a suffocating pressure. I felt a burning desire surging within me; my cheeks burned, and I was sweating profusely. I desperately tried to suppress my primal impulses with reason, but I couldn't completely control them. I was forced to reach out with trembling hands to secretly rub my erect penis.
I took off my clothes and climbed onto Jia Xiaolan. She pushed me away and said, "Take it slow." I understood what Jia Xiaolan meant; I couldn't go straight to the point like last time, or I would hurt her. I moved back a little, so that my mouth was right on her breast. I lowered myself and took one of her breasts into my mouth, gently sucking and nibbling at her nipple, making her feel very uncomfortable, and she kept making pleasant moans.
I stood up, found a clean bath towel, and spread it on the bed, then had Jia Xiaolan roll over onto her stomach. She seemed to want to ask why, but was too shy, so she just let me do as I pleased. After parting her legs, I knelt between them, starting with her back, gently stroking and caressing her back and waist like a lover… My hands seemed to have more than ten fingers, as if many fingers covered every nerve ending… I continued to touch her, and soon Jia Xiaolan let out soft moans: “Ah…oh…” Jia Xiaolan quickly became aroused, her lower body unconsciously rubbing lightly against the towel beneath her. Then I knelt behind her, massaging her buttocks and waist. These are both erogenous zones for women, and of course I wouldn't miss them.
Perhaps it felt too good, because Jia Xiaolan instinctively arched her buttocks. But I didn't immediately stimulate her core area. I knelt forward slightly, leaned down, and started with my hands from her buttocks, passing over her waist and back, then sliding to her sides, reaching forward to touch her breasts! Jia Xiaolan couldn't control herself at that moment. When I touched her nipples, she made "oh...oh..." sounds and inhaled deeply. I continued to rub her nipples.
I felt myself getting excited, as if my nerves were directly connected to my brain, with waves of stimulation. Jia Xiaolan seemed to relax completely. I touched her genitals, and they were secreting fluid in gushes. I licked Jia Xiaolan's earlobes, neck, and back, then gradually moved downwards, rubbing my hands on her buttocks... I placed my hands between her buttocks and teased her... Occasionally, I would insert my penis into her buttocks and thrust in and out. Jia Xiaolan seemed to be on the verge of orgasm. Her genitals were pressed tightly against the towel, and her vaginal opening was completely soaked.
I felt the time was right. I held Jia Xiaolan's waist and made her kneel, lifting her buttocks. I rubbed my penis against her vaginal opening to lubricate the tip before thrusting it in. The instant I reached the top, I heard a heavy groan from Jia Xiaolan's throat, a sensation like an electric shock
, and I felt intoxicated. I grabbed Jia Xiaolan's full buttocks and pushed and pulled forcefully,
thrusting my penis deeper into her vagina against the force. Her pair of hanging, white breasts swayed back and forth, the bedsheets creaking loudly. Perhaps because she had given birth, her vagina was somewhat loose, lacking the tightness of a younger woman's vagina, but this also enhanced the man's sexual stamina.
I thrust in and out... We changed positions; I was on top of Jia Xiaolan, my legs clamping hers from the outside. She also clamped her legs tightly, allowing her vagina to grip my penis well. I pressed her breasts tightly against my chest, rubbing them back and forth, my penis moving incessantly inside her vagina, our pubic hair rubbing against each other... Like a flood bursting its banks, when I used my last bit of strength, my mother-in-law was panting heavily, drenched in sweat; she had reached her climax.
Accompanied by endless physical pleasure, I lay on top of Jia Xiaolan, panting heavily. She was also breathing heavily with her eyes closed. I propped myself up on my arms and carefully examined her face. I saw the fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and a faint dark spot on her face. Suddenly, a sense of guilt welled up inside me.
"What am I doing?" I inappropriately asked myself. But I couldn't show this expression. If she sensed my thoughts, it would only increase her guilt.
I continued to caress her body as if nothing was wrong, gently kissing Jia Xiaolan's breasts and earlobes, then stood up and dressed with my back to her. When I finished dressing and was about to leave, Jia Xiaolan sat naked on the bed, hugging her knees, her head bowed, her hair covering half her face. In a trembling voice, she said to me, "Xiao Lei, let's end this here. We can't do this again." I turned around and left Jia Xiaolan's room silently without saying a word. I knew I was right; any words I uttered at that moment would be useless and powerless. Between right and wrong, neither of us had the power to choose. We could only let time fade this distorted relationship in silence.
That winter came particularly early. In the cold weather, we were both wrapped in thick clothes, greatly reducing the temptation of sexual information. Coupled with our restraint, we safely passed through a turbulent winter.
After winter, spring arrived. A few days before the Qingming Festival, I received my transfer order to leave the small town and become the deputy secretary of the Party Committee in a township government. From then on, Jia Xiaolan and I saw each other less often. We only had time to go home with my wife on weekends. During meals, we would subtly observe each other, but neither of us crossed the line.
I stayed in the township for six years, rising from deputy secretary to secretary. Perhaps the reason for my affair with Jia Xiaolan was the long-term relationship between a single man and woman living alone together. When these factors disappeared, we both restrained ourselves and returned to normalcy. Perhaps some incestuous relationships in reality stem from this. After my
younger sister graduated from teachers' college, I used my connections to get her a teaching position at a middle school in the small town, so she could frequently come home to take care of Jia Xiaolan. Later, due to my promotion and the requirement for relocation by my superiors, I was transferred to another county as the head of the Organization Department, and my contact with Jia Xiaolan became even less frequent.
In my spare time, I sometimes look back and examine the little things between us. I've crossed the line of morality; in the struggle between desire and faith, our faith has been utterly worthless. Sex is a human instinct, yet I've gone too far. But deep down, I can't seem to choose between right and wrong. Was I wrong?
Jia Xiaolan unconsciously raised her upper body so I could grasp her breasts, her body twisting helplessly as she continued to moan, "Mmm... mmm..."

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