Damn Temptation—Starting with the Mother-in-Law

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[The Damned Temptation – Starting with the Mother-in-Law]

My wife's belly grew bigger every day, and my mother-in-law got busier too. She was constantly on the phone ordering free-range chickens and ducks from the countryside, trying to find ways to get my wife to eat more. And me? After work, I'd help wash the vegetables and clean the house with my mother-in-law. My wife was overjoyed, lounging on the sofa and calling out, "Honey, hurry up and help Mom with this, do this!" But undeniably, my mother-in-law and I worked quite well together, and the house was usually kept impeccably tidy.

I think every husband understands that ten months of pregnancy isn't just a woman's suffering; men also have to endure the hardship! I really hated that summer when all the beautiful women at work seemed to have launched a fashion competition, each one more sexy than the last, their white breasts swaying in front of me. That disobedient little thing completely ignored my brain's commands, protesting with its head held high, making me afraid to even stand up.

The night is always lonely. My wife went to bed early, while I was lost in thought! Sex is such a damn thing, it makes you restless! And I can only sit alone in front of the computer, using chat to kill the boring days. I'm not a saint, I have my own emotions and desires! On the contrary, I miss the passionate days when I was intimate with my wife. Now, my wife occasionally helps me satisfy my long-awaited desires, but afterwards, she leaves me with endless emptiness and confusion!

Looking back now, we were both so foolish to think that pregnancy meant we couldn't have sex, which made me endure the long October Revolution!

I'm a man who's used to being unrestrained, and living with my mother-in-law is somewhat inconvenient.

In the summer, I'm used to going shirtless, wearing only beach shorts at home. My wife and mother-in-law haven't said anything, but several times I've sensed a hint of embarrassment in my mother-in-law's eyes. But my mother-in-law is really something, she also likes to wear a semi-transparent silk nightgown, making me afraid to look her in the eye. To be honest, my mother-in-law has a fantastic figure. She's only a size bigger than my wife, but she has the charm of a mature woman!

Several times, I've stumbled into the bathroom, my little erection throbbing, only to find my mother-in-law already squatting inside. My mind immediately clears, and I feel incredibly ashamed! I think my mother-in-law must have sensed my erection too, making us both a little awkward and blushing when we saw each other the next day.

In the golden autumn of October, the air is filled with the fragrance of osmanthus! A lovely life arrived in my life as expected. In this era of patriarchal values, my wife gave birth to a boy. It would be a lie to say I wasn't happy. I don't deny that I did have some hopes for a boy; after all, my family has only one son, and I didn't want my family line to end. How could I face my ancestors then?

Several men at my workplace who had daughters were incredibly envious of me. My buddy Afei said I knew the secret to having a boy or a girl: he said that to have a boy, the woman must reach orgasm during conception! Otherwise, the opposite. I don't know if it's true that not reaching orgasm guarantees a girl, but I clearly remember the time I got my wife pregnant; she was indeed in ecstasy several times, exclaiming, "Honey! You're amazing! You're making me feel like I'm floating..."

Life with our baby was a mix of sweet and bitter. Even at work, I was researching baby information, and whenever I went to the supermarket, it was almost always to buy diapers, formula, and other baby supplies. After work, I held the baby, comforted the baby, and played with the baby—everything was for the baby! Looking at my wife's weak postpartum body, I realized how strong she was during her pregnancy.

My mother-in-law also devoted herself to caring for them, and my aunt even helped look at clothing stores. The house became much livelier with the addition of a baby, and the baby's cries seemed to be a harmonious part of the home. To allow me to focus on work during the day, my mother-in-law decided she would sleep with my wife and take care of the baby at night, leaving me to sleep alone in the single bed in the study. Of course, I didn't object; it was all for the child, for everything related to the child! From then on, online chatting became a necessary part of falling asleep, and one by one, so-called female confidantes slowly eroded my precious time when I wasn't looking!

I'm not a saint; I'm a man with normal physiological desires. Since my wife started sleeping in the same room as my mother-in-law, I haven't even touched a woman's breasts, let alone that unforgettable paradise! Before, when my wife occasionally used her hand or breasts to stimulate my erect penis, I could feel waves of pleasure; I had no choice but to make do! Now, it's a complete ordeal! I can only return to my old ways, relying on myself, watching intense porn while my rough right hand grips my hard penis and performs rapid piston-like movements.

Humans are so damn shameless, born to enjoy life! Doing things myself feels nowhere near as comfortable as having someone else help me!

Don't let my serious demeanor at work fool you; in life, I'm a complete scatterbrain. In the following days, something incredibly embarrassing happened—just as I was reveling in the pleasure of self-entertainment, my mother-in-law pushed open my bedroom door! The instant she opened the door, I was stunned! Her rough right hand was pressed against my hard penis, but unfortunately, the restless glans was still fully exposed, and the frantic throbbing images on the computer screen were still jumping around.

I quickly turned off the monitor, but the headset lying on the floor still inconveniently emitted a crisp scream, "Ah! Ah! Ah!" I was speechless! Why was she screaming like that?! I quickly pulled out the headset while simultaneously pulling up my beach shorts. I thought: the whole thing couldn't have taken more than 5 seconds. It seems liking sports isn't a bad thing; at least it improved my agility!

I have to admire my mother-in-law's composure. She acted as if nothing had happened, and the bowl of chicken soup she was carrying didn't even fall to the floor. Standing in the doorway, she looked at me and said, "Sorry, I kept knocking, but you didn't answer, so I pushed the door open. This is freshly made chicken soup; have some, you've been working hard lately!"

I reached out to take the soup, and my mother-in-law left without looking back. I was still stammering, "I...I..."

Maybe my mother-in-law was right; what was there to explain? My own unreliable penis was still standing strong! Drinking the supposedly sweet and delicious chicken soup my mother-in-law had made, my heart felt like a jumbled mess of emotions, I didn't know what to feel. Seriously, what time is it?! And I'm already having these thoughts so early! She knocked? I didn't even notice! Was I too engrossed? And this damn headset, it's never been this good! Why did I suddenly feel the urge to flatter her at this time? It's ridiculous, didn't I clearly lock the door from the inside? Honestly!

I couldn't sleep that night. I really didn't know how to face my mother-in-law tomorrow! She probably wouldn't tell my wife, right? She probably thought it was normal, right? I drifted off to sleep in a daze.

The next morning, I woke up early to find my mother-in-law had already prepared breakfast. She was as cheerful and talkative as ever.

Yes, I should let it go. My mother-in-law has been through a lot; she should praise my hard work and self-reliance!

I'm a bit of an idiot, easily comforting myself. But I also realized that this unexpected event brought me closer to my mother-in-law. Perhaps it's because our personalities are similar! Perhaps it's because she's only nine years older than me! Or perhaps it's because I've experienced so much hardship in life and have an extraordinary maturity!

Time always flies by quietly; in the blink of an eye, my baby is already over six months old. And we rediscovered our former passionate days. In the early days after my wife recovered, we sometimes made love three or four times a night. To be honest, I didn't like the layout of my mother-in-law's house. Her room was right next to ours, and the soundproofing was really terrible. Every time we were in the heat of the moment, I had to constantly remind my wife, "Keep it down! Mom will hear you!"

My wife doesn't care about all that. In her words, if you feel pleasure, you have to shout!

Yes! Shout out loud if you feel pleasure! Because she's your mother, after all. But I feel a little awkward every morning when I see my mother-in-law. Her expression seems unnatural; I wonder if it's because she didn't sleep well last night. To be honest, I did think about buying her an imported vibrator for her birthday. But as soon as I said it, my wife slapped it back into my stomach. Honestly, I'm just trying to be filial! I don't understand women's thinking!

My wife can't stay idle and insists on going to work. I can't do anything about it, since my mother-in-law agreed to help take care of the baby! But deep down, I'm still grateful to my wife. After all, household expenses are too high, and my salary alone isn't enough to save much. We should also plan for our child's future. In this materialistic age, money is so important! So tempting!

My wife works as a beauty consultant at a cosmetics company, and business trips have become commonplace, sometimes lasting three to five days, and sometimes almost half a month. That's just how work is; we can't control it, after all, we're just employees! In my spare time, I help take care of the baby, and on weekends, I often go shopping with my mother-in-law and the baby, taking them to the supermarket and park. Passersby often mistake my mother-in-law for my wife, and some even argue about whether the baby looks like me or her. From my mother-in-law's slightly flushed face, I can tell she's a little embarrassed, but we don't feel comfortable explaining anything, just laughing it off.

But honestly, it's quite inconvenient to be around my mother-in-law when my wife isn't home. I often touch her hand when bathing the baby, and I often touch her chest when I take the baby in my arms. Although my hand feels like it's been electrocuted, I can't immediately pull my hand away—the baby's still in my arms! But I really don't dare look my mother-in-law in the eye, otherwise she'll think I'm deliberately trying to take advantage of her, so I just quickly grab the baby and run away.

Every time my wife comes back from a business trip, we truly live up to the saying "absence makes the heart grow fonder," spending our nights in passionate lovemaking until the wee hours! I don't know if it's my wife's exaggerated moans that disturb my sleeping mother-in-law, but I often hear her getting up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. But I can't blame my wife; if we make love in silence, it's not enjoyment, it's torture! And if I were asked not to thrust during my orgasm, I definitely couldn't accept it either! This is just tough on me. While my wife is away, I have to sleep with my pillow, and I also have to maintain an ambiguous relationship with my mother-in-law every day.

It's almost time for the year-end review, and that day, near the end of the workday, my beautiful department head kept me behind, insisting I accompany her to a company banquet for the leaders, claiming it was some kind of political task. Good heavens! If you want me to be a drinking machine, just say so! Why beat around the bush! It's just that I rarely get drunk at company gatherings! But to be honest, I'm the kind of guy who responds better to gentle persuasion than force; my willpower and resistance are extremely low in front of beautiful women. I think that bald-headed director must know this about me, otherwise he wouldn't have told me himself.

But to be honest, I've also heard that our beautiful section chief seems to be having an affair with our top leader. Otherwise, she's only a few years older than me, and she wants to be a leader? Forget it! But then again, she's been quite good to me. She never makes things difficult for me at work, and she likes to discuss many problems with me. I'm not very politically astute. It's not that I don't want to advance, but I've become indifferent to many things after experiencing them.

That night, I really drank too much. Maybe it was because the beautiful section chief was sitting next to me, or maybe it was because the person I was hosting that night was a beautiful envoy from a higher-level organization. The bald-headed director kept urging me to toast them, but these days being a woman is really advantageous. I downed a glass, but they barely moved their lips. No wonder, it's the first time meeting, feelings are shallow—just a little lick!

I have a good habit when I'm drunk: I stay perfectly clear-headed when I'm out, but as soon as I lie down in bed at home, I start to get drunk, my head spinning. That day, I only asked them to take me downstairs, then went upstairs myself. When I reached my door and rang the doorbell, I felt a wave of intoxication. I vaguely sensed a woman opening the door, and before I knew it, I had fallen into her arms. The red wine was strong, leaving my mouth dry and my body hot.

What's meant to happen, you can't escape! On the contrary, what's meant to come will come, and what's meant to go will go!

This is the truth I've always deeply understood about the debauchery that comes with alcohol!

As she staggered into the bedroom, my hand circled her armpits, and I happened to touch her full breasts. I have to thank the hardworking workers in textile factories these days—how can they weave such beautifully made pajamas! Even through them, I could feel the softness and elasticity of her breasts! Perhaps they're becoming increasingly ultra-thin, like condoms! Feelings really are the most important! Undeniably, I do like a woman's full breasts, because they give me more than just sensory temptation; they give me a profound emotional impact!

I held her tightly as we fell onto the bed. I frantically pulled off her nightgown, my strong hands roughly caressing her alluring breasts, kissing her lips, our tongues entwined inside. At first, she struggled futilely, but then slowly responded to my passionate kisses…

I truly admired myself; how could I, in such a dazed state, so effortlessly undress each other! Pressed tightly against her naked body, my tongue traced her ears, neck, chest… plundering every inch of her skin. My hands ceaselessly caressed her flat stomach, her long yet full thighs, finally reaching that alluring grassland. Deep within that vibrant grassland lay a magical paradise, its entrance already overflowing with spring water!

As I thrust my rock-hard penis into that cave, a wonderful sensation coursed through my entire body… With all my might, I completed my final, rapid, and powerful thrust, letting out a roar as I collapsed onto the bed, drenched in sweat!

The effects of the alcohol slowly wore off, but my mind gradually cleared! When I forced my eyes open, piercingly bright, and looked at her in my arms, I could hardly believe my eyes. It was my mother-in-law! How could it be my mother-in-law? She lay flat on the bed, her head resting on my left hand, her eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, tears welling in her eyes.

I tried to get up, but she held me tightly. I was about to open my mouth to explain something when she gently pressed my hand down. I could only lie quietly on the bed like her, my eyes wide open, trying hard to recall everything that had just happened.

Alcohol can not only be used to drown sorrows, but also to flirt, and it's easier to lose oneself! I vaguely remembered everything I had done, and I seemed to sense that she wasn't my wife, but I had thought I was dreaming. What's done is done; a man should bravely face what has happened! I turned to face my mother-in-law, but she spoke first.

“Abing! You don’t need to explain anything. You did drink too much last night, and I think you mistook me for Yangyang. It’s not your fault! Maybe I have a lot of problems myself. If I had really refused, none of this would have happened. But I don’t know why? I want it, and I’m afraid to have it! You know, ever since I brought Yangyang home, I’ve liked you a lot. But before, my liking was just because I was happy that Yangyang found a good husband. But after you moved in, I found that this liking was slowly changing. Every time I see you come home, I feel especially happy, but when you and Yangyang make love at night, and I hear those piercing sounds of pleasure, my long-dormant desires are unconsciously aroused! I like this feeling, but I’m also afraid of this feeling! Because I know that you are my son-in-law—Yangyang’s husband! I’m ashamed of my thoughts…”

My mother-in-law wanted to continue, but I stopped her with my hand.

I turned over and carefully examined her. I truly found that my mother-in-law was becoming increasingly alluring! I couldn't control my desire and pressed myself against her once more. When my mother-in-law returned to her room to be with the baby, I was caught in a terrible internal struggle! I couldn't imagine how I would face the rest of my life! Sex is like a torrent! It's like a wild beast! Once you cross that line, it's like a drug, making you unable to stop!

During the day, my mother-in-law and I would awkwardly eat together, unsure of what to say, but at night, the two of us would be like magnets, tightly stuck together again! I was living in this agonizing situation again, even though I repeatedly told myself that this was the last time, and I must never do anything to betray my wife again. But faced with desire, I realized how fragile my so-called rationality was! My wife returned, and my life returned to its usual order. That night, we made love as passionately as ever, my wife's screams were no less intense than my mother-in-law's! I wonder what my mother-in-law thought when she heard it! And I always felt an endless sense of loss afterward! The pre-sale apartment I bought was finally delivered, and I had already arranged for the design plans to be taken to the renovation shop. I really didn't want things to be like this anymore; during sex, I often became so frenzied that I didn't even know who was beneath me. I know this is unfair to my wife, and extremely hurtful to my mother-in-law. After months of hardship, we finally moved into our new home, but my mother-in-law didn't come with us. I think my wife must be wondering why I didn't invite her to live with us, but I really don't know how to express my unease! However, I can understand why my mother-in-law didn't agree to my wife's invitation for her to come and live with us; after all, this lifestyle is a relief for everyone! My mother-in-law is still helping me take care of the child; after all, she's been taking care of him for so long, and we have a deep affection for him. Besides, her aunt manages her clothing store, so she doesn't have to worry about it much. My wife and I are enjoying a life together as a couple, but when she's away on business, I'm left alone by the computer, entering that silent world! I truly admire the person who invented the internet; it gave a space for the hypocritical reality of life to bravely cry out! And my own story of unrestrained emotions is quietly unfolding!

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