Mother-in-law's flirtatiousness is no less than that of wife

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My wife's father passed away many years ago. After we got married, my wife suggested that her mother
live , but I hesitated due to various inconveniences. It wasn't out of disrespect or lack of filial piety, but simply because it was a
difficult situation. We were newlyweds, our relationship was blossoming, and we were intimate almost constantly. Having an elderly person around
would be very inconvenient.
One late summer evening last year, we visited her mother. The three of us cooked a delicious
meal together and had a very pleasant time. Just as we were about to leave, a sudden thunderstorm broke out. Her mother said, "
Why don't you two stay until tomorrow? It's raining so hard, why don't you sleep here? I'm feeling a bit stuffy by myself." We
thought about it and agreed, staying late to chat with her. That night, we slept in the guest room, while her mother slept
in the master bedroom. As soon as I lay down, my wife leaned against me, saying that the thunder was too loud for her mother to hear. I understood
what she meant, and immediately pushed her down onto me, and we began our passionate encounter. Looking back, I realized we
had , and it must have reached my mother-in-law's room. Just as I was enjoying myself with my wife, a strange
pleasure surged through my body. Wasn't I raping her precious daughter right under her mother's nose? And she
definitely knew what I was doing, and couldn't do anything to me. This beastly feeling instantly spread throughout my body,
making me tremble, so I went even harder, and my wife's moans grew louder and louder.
After calming down, my thoughts changed. If her mother lived with us, wouldn't I
be able to enjoy this pleasure every day? Besides, I had a completely different feeling during my orgasm—the
two of them, mother and daughter, were on top of me. This subconscious experience excited me immensely. The next day
, shortly after returning home, I discussed with my wife whether my mother should move in so she wouldn't feel so bored. My wife kissed
me and said, "You're so sweet! But we have to keep our voices down so Mom can't hear us." I said,
"I'm not making any noise anyway; it's you who's making all the noise." A week later, my mother-in-law moved in. With another person joining the family
, it's definitely become much livelier. Her cooking skills are far superior to ours; often, when I come home from work, the food
is already on the table. After dinner, my wife goes to play computer games or do some chores, while my mother-in-law and I
clean up the dishes in the kitchen—it's quite relaxing. It was only then that I had a chance to really observe my mother-in-law closely
.
She's 57 years old this year, with short hair and beautiful eyes. You can still faintly sense the charm of her youth and early adulthood . Her
body has noticeably filled out, but because she took good care of herself and exercised when she was younger, she doesn't look too
old. Besides, people who are a little overweight tend to look younger than their actual age. I admit, I
have a certain desire for her full figure, though not very strong, but enough to give me a slight erection when we're cleaning up the dishes together . Once, as she bent down to pick up chopsticks, her buttocks brushed against my sensitive area as she stood up. I clearly felt her body tremble slightly. Perhaps afraid I would notice her reaction, she quickly lowered her head to do something else. Living together was very happy. My mother-in-law's arrival changed our lives . After a busy day at work, coming home to a delicious meal was a wonderful feeling. The only thing that didn't change was my wife's passionate reactions and moans in bed. Because of that strange pleasure, I started to raise my voice, and I intentionally let my mother-in-law, who was sleeping next door, hear that I was raping her own flesh and blood. One passionate night in winter, after I went to the bathroom in the living room, I vaguely heard a low sound coming from my mother-in-law's room as I passed by. My sensitive nerves immediately became excited, and I quietly pressed my ear to her door. When I heard the sound clearly , I couldn't hold back anymore—it was clearly a woman's moans of orgasm, regardless of the source, she was enjoying the climax. I heard this sound many times throughout that winter, always after making love with my wife . I never told my wife this secret because I knew it was also her mother's secret as a woman. Moreover, around the same time, I gradually noticed a significant change in my mother-in-law's gaze towards me; it was a kind of alluring look, though I hadn't yet deciphered its meaning. Before I knew it, winter had passed, the icicles on the windowpanes began to melt, and my life with my mother and daughter underwent subtle changes. I started consciously looking into my mother-in-law's eyes, sometimes with a blatant flirtation. She didn't reject me, nor did she show any aversion. Our mutual attraction grew stronger, thankfully without my wife noticing. I already knew exactly what would happen next; it was just a matter of time. One weekend at the end of March, my wife was on her period and slept alone in bed. I was alone in the study, browsing the internet , when suddenly a peeled apple appeared on the table. Turning around, I saw my mother-in-law smiling at me. "Have an apple, it'll cool you down. I just bought it." "Thanks, Mom!" I picked up the apple and ate it while looking at the computer. "Could you teach me how to use the internet? When you're not home, I browse the news online." I said, "Sure, please sit down, I'll guide you from behind." I stood behind her, guiding her step by step. My head was very close to her neck; I could clearly smell the perfume she was wearing and that she had just showered. Excitement surged through me, and my arms almost encircled her upper body. I felt her lean back slightly, and I heard her slightly rapid breathing. Looking through her neckline, I could see her chest rising and falling . I placed my hands on her shoulders, gently massaging her neck and back. It felt good. My mother-in-law glanced back at me. I said, "Mom, are you getting used to living with us these days? You cook for us every day; it must be tiring." She said, "It's alright. As long as you're doing well at work, I'm happy." My hands gradually moved to my mother-in-law's breasts, gently kneading her slightly sagging breasts. She shuddered, but didn't resist, closing her eyes—a clear sign of consent. I asked, "Mom, does it feel good?" "Mmm." Her face flushed, and her breathing became even more uneven. I simply turned the chair around, squatted down in front of her, and began massaging her feet with both hands, gradually moving towards the inside of her thighs. She leaned down and whispered something that I will never forget—"Come to my room." Passing through the study and bedroom, we arrived at her room. I knew this room all too well; every weekend, when my mother-in-law and I cleaned together, we would stop in her room . She pulled me by the hand and led me onto the bed. I asked, "Mom, do you want to?" My voice was trembling.

My mother-in-law's eyes were fixed on me, as if spitting fire. "Come on up," she said. "I knew this day would come sooner or later. I
couldn't stand it anymore. After all these years, don't overthink it. Let's hurry, my daughter will wake up soon." These
words were like an order to me. She lay down in front of me with her eyes closed. I knew that
my mother-in-law, whom I had been eavesdropping on for so long, was now completely under my control. I took off her smoky-colored short-sleeved shirt and
her beige pants. Just as I straddled her waist, her hand unzipped my pants, and my penis slipped out,
pointing directly at her breasts. We forgot everything around us and held each other tightly. What followed was an
unforgettable, intense experience.
Despite being somewhat dry after years without sex, the warmth she felt was something only a
fully mature woman could provide. My mother-in-law and I kissed for a long time, exchanging saliva.
She thrust her lower body upwards, welcoming my advances, and I felt her gradually becoming wet and contracting. My mother-
in-law softly murmured my name, a volume I knew wouldn't reach my wife. That familiar,
low moaning sound rang out again. "Do to me what you do to my daughter. We still have
tomorrow," my mother-in-law said haltingly. These words ignited an intense pleasure within me. I vigorously rubbed my mother-in-law
's buttocks with both hands, inserting my fingers into her anus, pushing my penis deeper into her lust-filled body. I
knew that the lifting of this taboo today meant I would henceforth fully enjoy two completely different kinds
of pleasure in this house. My subconscious bestiality was erupting violently. A thought suddenly flashed before my eyes:
was raping her mother right under her daughter's nose? My mother-in-law and I were bathed in the soft sunset,
the warm hues of the room reflecting on her body, adding to the evocative atmosphere. At that moment, my 31-year-old self and my 57-year-old mother-in-law
had both forgotten our respective roles. Enjoying this unusual form of sex was our primary need, and hers was too.
Every detail in her bedroom, every inch of her skin, aroused an extraordinary desire within me. The excitement lingered for a long time.
As the setting sun cast its last glance upon the world, our climax finally erupted. My long-suppressed semen
sprayed deep into my mother-in-law's body. She was covered in sweat, her breathing suddenly stopped, her brow furrowed, and her lower body
contracted repeatedly, as if trying to drain me dry.
After the climax, leaning against her full body was a pleasure. My mother-in-law's hand still held my penis, unwilling
to let go . "Will you come again?" she asked me. "Of course, if you're willing." "Actually, I've had this
thought for a long time. I've suppressed it for so long, I never imagined it would be with my son-in-law. I'm old, unlike you two young people." "She
won't find out, will she?" "This is our secret, do you want it to be discovered?" She kissed my lips again. "It's getting
late, let's go cook, she'll be hungry when she wakes up." From then until now, my mother-in-law and I
have been looking for opportunities almost every week, whenever time and my physical condition allow. I sneak into
my mother-in-law's and even seize the chance to have brief sex while preparing dinner in the kitchen.
Has my decision become the lowest and most mysterious prelude to this symphony? It seems the only option is to let the music
continue !

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