I can never forget my mother-in-law's love.

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I was born in a poor mountain village in southern Hubei. After graduating from university, I was fortunate enough to be assigned to work as a secretary in the municipal government of my hometown. 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—the English translator for the general manager of a large enterprise group. She is a year and a half younger than me and is 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 her 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 allocated housing by our work units, and we couldn't afford to buy 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 sense of restraint around my mother-in-law. Firstly, perhaps because of her official status, she maintained a reserved demeanor in my presence; secondly, she was only 17 years older than me, and calling her "Mom" always felt a little awkward. Fortunately, Alan had a lively personality and managed to smooth things over between me and my mother-in-law, preventing the atmosphere from becoming too tense.
In September 1997, Alan's group company was setting up a branch in the United States and assigned her to participate in the preparatory work for nine months. Before leaving, Alan hugged me and cried her eyes out. I solemnly promised my new wife, "I will miss you day and night and look forward to your successful completion of your mission and your early return."
After Alan left, I spent a lot of time with my mother-in-law.
My mother-in-law gradually became more talkative, and the topics of conversation slowly developed from casual greetings to exchanges and discussions. Since I am the kind of man who can't take care of himself, my mother-in-law took care of all my food and daily needs, even secretly taking out my underwear to wash. For some reason, I felt my relationship with my mother-in-law was becoming increasingly harmonious. It was only then that I realized she was actually a very talkative woman with many unique insights into career and life, and such an understanding of human nature and relationships that I secretly admired. The two of us often chatted and laughed, even occasionally joking around, and gradually, a close and tacit understanding developed between us.
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. My mother-in-law was in bed with an IV drip, suffering from a laceration in her right leg. For several days, I took leave from work and stayed at the hospital day and night, running around, changing IVs, getting medicine, making soup and bringing water, my eyes bloodshot from exhaustion. My roommates praised her enviously, saying she was so lucky to have such a young and devoted husband. My mother-in-law just smiled and didn't correct her.
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 went far beyond that. After that, a smile always played on my mother-in-law's lips, her face was rosy, and her tone when addressing me became very soft and gentle. At the dinner table, my mother-in-law kept putting food on my plate, her eyes shining with a warm gaze. She didn't usually watch sports, but during that time she often sat next to me on the sofa watching football matches like "League of Legends Champions League." Her clothing was also subtly changing. She used to wear gray clothes often, but now, whenever she came home, she would wear trendy light red and emerald green outfits, and she would exude a faint scent of rose perfume. In the past, she would usually shower after I had gone to bed, but recently she had been 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 surging current intimately connected to me. I couldn't be sure, and I dared not think too deeply about it, but I truly had this feeling. On
New Year's Eve in 1997, Alan was unable to return home from New York. 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 fun drinking alone, so she poured herself a full glass and we chatted as we drank. I said, "Mom, it's been years already." My mother-in-law paused for a moment upon hearing that. 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, sat slumped on the sofa, 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; my heart was pounding.
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 my courage grew considerably. 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 had turned a dark red. 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 inch by inch down her deep cleavage. Stimulated by me, my mother-in-law let out soft, indistinct moans, her body and limbs writhing.
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… slipping inside her panties… Just as I was about to touch her, something unexpected happened. My mother-in-law suddenly gripped my hand tightly, saying anxiously, “No, stop! We… we can't do this… I'm worried about Alan…” Her
sudden change of heart left me bewildered and embarrassed. But I dared not get up. I knew that if I gave up now, she would escape forever, and the consequences would be unpredictable; everything would be over.
At that moment, I didn't care about anything anymore. 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—showing me 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 with me, her voice much softer.
Because of my insistence, my mother-in-law finally relented and allowed me to carry her into her room.
The lights 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 said, no longer rejecting my caresses. My hands roamed freely among her pubic hair, but she struggled and twisted 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 kissed my mother-in-law's face and breasts, my penis now hard and erect. With a cry from my mother-in-law, my penis entered her vagina...
I was like a beast in heat after drinking. "Oh!... You... be gentle!... I... I'm so old... you really... I..." My mother-in-law was powerless to "resist" at this point, letting me kiss her body anywhere, letting my hands caress her body, letting me "ravage" and possess her again and again. 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 was throbbing. 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 sleep 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 door creak open, and a figure slipped in. I was both excited and afraid, but quickly calmed down, and after taking the plunge, I felt a sense of acceptance. Like a true man, I carried my mother-in-law to bed. I tried my best to suppress my desires and boldly confessed my love to my widowed mother-in-law. My sincere words and rough embrace almost instantly made my mother-in-law collapse into my arms.
After witnessing my mother-in-law's affair, I felt a pang of guilt, a sense of incest, and a deep remorse for my infidelity. It wasn't until we received Alan's call about returning home that we both snapped out of our daze. I remember when Alan stepped off the plane, she rushed towards me, hugging me and crying excitedly in front of everyone. My mother-in-law stood quietly to the side, a barely perceptible hint of jealousy flashing across her face.
When my wife returned home, to thank me for taking care of her mother for the past nine months, she gave me a loud kiss in front of my mother-in-law. I felt guilty, my face burning as if tiny insects were crawling on it. I was worried that my subtle clues would be discovered, and even more worried that my mother-in-law would reveal the secret out of jealousy.
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 affairs? 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 in my sleep, "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'd heard that after his wife's death, he had been relentlessly pursuing my mother-in-law, but for some reason, she had always refused him entry. Alan's question left me completely bewildered, and I casually replied, "I don't think he's come." That 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 dared not 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 incredibly busy with his career, frequently traveling for work. My mother-in-law and I remained closely connected; her understanding, motherly yet wifely tenderness and care were irresistible. 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, my heart was profoundly shaken.
If I hadn't accidentally discovered the secret in my wife's diary, 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. I saw my wife's purse hanging on the wall and casually opened it to take some change. I unexpectedly found a delicate 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 my wife already knew about my affair with my mother-in-law.
My wife's diary contained 13 entries, each one chilling me to the bone. She not only knew about my affair with her mother, but also knew that her mother was pregnant and had an abortion.
"One rainy summer night, the night sky was clear, a few scattered stars silently accompanied a cool moon; but tonight I wasn't feeling well and went home early. Quietly opening my bedroom door, I found it ajar, and I could hear faint, strange noises coming from inside, like a dog drinking water.
I listened intently. I could only hear muffled, 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 thought began to form in my mind..." A sense of humiliation washed over me. My mother was too restless; she had betrayed my father! But curiosity led me slowly toward the door, and I was instantly stunned!
Inside, two people, covered in sweat, were naked and engaged in sexual intercourse. What I never expected was that the naked man… was him! My husband!
He was riding my mother, moving frantically! He was like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, the sounds of their union filling the air. My mother lay on her back, 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… He held his mother tightly, his lower body thrusting relentlessly. His mother writhed beneath him, only moaning dreamily.
Watching his husband thrust his hips, each stroke faster and harder than the last, both of them trembled, and I trembled too. After several dozen more thrusts, his husband suddenly stopped, and the room fell silent.
Through the crack in the door, I saw his husband lying on top of his mother, panting. After a while, he got up and withdrew his penis. His penis was wet; their sweat and semen had soaked the sheets, a tantalizing sight. The vibrant colors of spring were laid bare before my eyes. For a long time, I remained silent, my mind a complete blank…
Oh God! I collapsed!
Just the day before, in this very house, in my own room, I had echoed my mother's passionate moans beneath my husband. And today, he had taken my mother's body—my own mother! His mother-in-law!
I felt ashamed. I couldn't understand how things had come to this. He couldn't possibly have slept with my own mother! He was despicable! I hated him! But how could I face this? What should I do?…
I walked alone into the street, the initial vibrant colors fading into the darkness as I watched the lights go out and everyone go to sleep. My heart grew cold.
For some reason, all I could see were the shadows of two bodies tossing and turning in bed. I knew I couldn't let this happen! One was my mother, the other my husband. They couldn't do this. They had betrayed morality, betrayed their family, done something they shouldn't have. I thought frantically and fearfully, feeling nauseous, but what could I do? I couldn't get a divorce. Why? I didn't know! Because? Maybe because I still needed a husband, a home that felt like a home…”
Alan also wrote in her diary: “I never dreamed that the person I loved most would steal my husband, that the person I loved 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 either!"
She said she had to remain calm no matter what, and absolutely couldn't let any emotion show and break the ice. After a painful struggle, her emotions slowly calmed down. She even forgave and approved of my affair with her mother. My 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, deliberately giving me and her mother "opportunities." I gently put the diary back, acting as if nothing had happened, trying my best to hide the
intense shock I felt 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 start our own businesses and families. Alan immediately objected: "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 insisted on my point of view, and we argued endlessly. My mother-in-law remained silent, as if deep in thought. Finally, she broke the deadlock, saying, "That's fine. Moving out will be more expensive, but that will motivate you two to earn more money. You'll have to 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, dancing with excitement! This homeless man could finally be a father!
May 19th this year was my mother-in-law's birthday, and my wife and I went to wish her a happy birthday early. We saw that the house was decorated..." The room was messy and deserted. My mother-in-law was wearing her grey clothes again; her lipstick was gone, the rosy glow on her face was gone, and fine wrinkles had crept around her eyes. I felt a pang of sadness. Although my mother-in-law and I both knew that what we were doing was immoral, it wasn't just a matter of physical intimacy. At lunch, Alan said, "Mom, we want to move back home. This 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 answer.
In the 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 immediately turned red. She tried to push me away but failed, and quickly scolded, "Ah...no!" "...No...don't do this!...I'm your mother-in-law! In broad daylight, aren't
you afraid someone will see?" I firmly kissed her flushed cheeks 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 scared...for the child, for this family...let's call it quits..."
I knew she was genuinely worried, and definitely 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 grew weaker and weaker, and finally she let me do as I pleased.
Every time I hugged my mother-in-law and smelled her scent, I would think... Thinking of my wife gives me a feeling, as if it extinguishes my desire for her. Yet, another force immediately arises within me to counteract this, and that force is... For me, this force is the thrill of conquering the forbidden, far greater than the first.
There's a full-length mirror by the bed, reflecting our naked embrace. Gazing at my mother-in-law's snow-white, voluptuous body and her two swaying breasts in the mirror, I can't help but slip my hand inside her vagina.
"Oh!" "...Look at you...again...in the middle of the afternoon..." A tempting pink blush rose on my mother-in-law's face.
I climbed onto her smooth, soft belly again, my hand gently stroking her still full, protruding abdomen.
The afternoon sun shone on the bed, highlighting the snow-white skin and the glossy black hair of my mother-in-law. Our heavy breathing and her deep moans echoed in the bedroom...
As I thrust into her vagina, she sobbed again, hiding in my arms. She said she couldn't tell whether she was happy or sad. Back
at the rented apartment, Alan again suggested moving back, using a mix of coquettishness and threats: she only gave me one night to consider, 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. My first thought was of my wife, Alan—a lively, kind girl who had suffered the loss of her love, experiencing immense emotional pain and struggle, and making choices between family and love. Balance and harmony?
I think 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. Because of her unwavering adherence to traditional wifely virtues, she earned universal praise. What lay hidden deep within her heart and emotions?
Then I thought of myself. Am I a despicable and base man? I remember from the moment I first 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, after marriage… I kept my promise before marriage. But why, while my wife was abroad for several months, was I in bed with another woman? I deeply love Alan, but I betrayed my promise to her and my own belief in love. How can I explain this betrayal? The development of my affair with my mother-in-law was not solely her doing; I also played a tacit role. Is this relationship love, or incest? ...I am confused. As a man, I must overcome this confusion...

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