My One-Night Stand with My Son-in-Law (True Story)

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Among the articles my husband translated about his mother-in-law and son-in-law's affair, several were particularly sentimental. When he and I discussed
the plots, he jokingly said, "After reading so many articles about mothers-in-law and sons-in-law having affairs, do you ever want to
do it with your son-in-law too?" This happened before our daughter's wedding. I scolded him, "Are you crazy?
No way!" Actually, I often daydream, imagining myself as the heroine in these stories. My husband's joking... Who knows what
might happen someday…

I countered, “As your son-in-law, would you also want to have an affair with my mother?”

He paused for a moment and said, “I’ll tell you a secret, but you can’t laugh at me, and you can’t tell anyone.”

I said, “I won’t laugh at you. How could I possibly tell anyone about what happens between us in our private quarters? Just tell me!”

He hesitantly said, “When I first came to your house and saw your mother, I knew that when you
reached her age, you would have a similar figure to her. You were very thin then, and now your voluptuous figure
is just like hers back then. This is exactly the image I admire.” This is why I can't get enough of you, why I can't get enough of looking at you
. Do you remember? I used to love going to your house. I really wanted to see your mother's
figure back then, as voluptuous as you are now. I often fantasized about her, and I really wanted to find an opportunity
to have a relationship with her. It wasn't until you gave birth to Yuqin (our eldest daughter) that my infatuation with her gradually disappeared."

I laughed and said, "You're really a pervert! It's a good thing you didn't have a relationship with my mother, otherwise I would have to call you husband
or godfather..."

Inexplicably, my husband's wicked thoughts about his mother-in-law twenty years ago came true in his son-in-law. This happened
last June when it was hot.

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My One-Night Stand with My Son-in-Law

My eldest daughter, Yuqin, is 21 years younger than me. She's a little taller and a little heavier than me, a bit overweight
for . Yuqin wasn't a big fan of studying growing up. My husband and I had a more hands-on approach to parenting, letting her follow her own
path. Whether she did well in school was secondary; the important thing was that she didn't go astray. So, she chose to attend a vocational high
school and worked at a large listed company in the Hsinchu Science Park, a job she's held ever since.

Yuqin had a few boyfriends on and off since high school, but none of the relationships lasted long. Perhaps
because she grew up in a military dependents' village and received a lot of care from older relatives, she tends to
date older men as an adult. Two years ago, she started dating her divorced boss, 13 years her senior,
named Jinchun (a typical Hakka name), who lived in Miaoli. He was physically strong and over 180cm tall.

Initially, my husband and I weren't very supportive, but we didn't want to openly object. We figured their relationship
wouldn't last long, so we let them develop their own path. My daughter often invited him over for my Hakka cooking. He
was very polite, always bringing gifts when he came, and he always praised my dishes, which was very appealing to women
. Occasionally, he would invite us out to restaurants, and I felt we got along quite well.

He's only eight years younger than me and has been married before, so he has much more life experience than Yuqin, which allowed
us to have deeper conversations. Also, we spoke Hakka, which made our conversations even more intimate. As a result, we got along
better and better, and gradually I completely accepted him; in fact, I developed feelings for him!

One day at the end of the year before last, my daughter told me she was pregnant with Jinchun's child and wanted to marry him. Actually, I
no longer had any prejudice against Jinchun, but because of his divorce and two children, I advised
her to think carefully, as she was still young and becoming a stepmother wouldn't be easy. In the end, she still decided to marry him.
They successfully held their wedding early last year, and Jinchun officially became my son-in-law.

From then on, my husband suddenly started paying special attention to articles about his mother-in-law and son-in-law. He would often translate them and
show them me, and we would discuss the plots together
. Some of the articles, in particular, featured mothers-in-law actively seducing their sons-in-law, and were indeed quite provocative. To be honest, reading these articles did arouse some desire. With my husband's encouragement and my own
fondness for my son-in-law, I found myself sometimes fantasizing about him when I was feeling romantic.

Actually, I knew what my perverted husband meant by showing me these articles—he wanted to see me and my
son-in-law... But people have basic rationality, and I would scold him appropriately: "How boring you are! You're so old
, and you're still reading those worthless pornographic articles all day long, and you even showed them to me. Do you think I don't
know what you're thinking? You're really crazy."

He explained, "I don't mean anything by it! I'm just killing time anyway. I'm using it to improve my English, and reading these
novels can also add some spice to our relationship! Life is short, why not enjoy it while we can? Like when we did our nude photoshoot and
those social events, weren't we all very happy?"

Although I didn't tell him, at that moment I agreed with his idea of enjoying life while we could, and I was also looking forward to and willing
to go with him to take me to social events. To conceal my secret, I feigned a coquettish tone and said, "Hey!
You silly husband! I sacrificed myself to cooperate with you for photos and social events! Don't think I'm happy about it! I'm
always very reserved and shy!"

He quickly replied, "Yes, yes, yes, my good wife, thank you for cooperating with me and fulfilling my wishes."

My daughter works as a factory worker, from 7 am to 7 pm, two days on, two days off. When she
works on holidays, my son-in-law would bring her to Hsinchu, and he would spend the day with us at home,
sometimes staying overnight.

For the four or five months before the incident, because there was always someone at home on weekends, my son-in-law and I
were never alone at home. Those days passed peacefully, and my son-in-law and we got along better and better.
Deep down, he and I felt like siblings.

At that time, I worked as a breakfast cook in a hotel restaurant, from 6 am to 11 am, with no
holidays. I usually came home at noon every day, exhausted and covered in sweat and smelling of cooking oil. Since there's usually
no one home during the day, I'm used to taking off all my clothes as soon as I get home, taking a good shower, and if I don't have any plans in the afternoon
, I'll lie down and take a nap, then eat something, do some housework, and prepare dinner
. I live a pretty carefree life.

One Saturday last June, it was a very hot day, and my husband happened to be on duty at work.
My second daughter went to work, and my youngest son went to his weekend job. My eldest daughter called the day before to say she had to work today,
and her husband would drive her there in the morning and then come home to rest until she finished work.

Fridays are busy with guests, so there were many more people having breakfast than usual. When I got
home from work at noon, I was already very tired. My son-in-law was watching TV in the living room, wearing a tank top and shorts. I greeted him and asked
if he had eaten lunch. He said he had eaten breakfast late and wasn't hungry yet. I said, "There's food in the fridge, so you can get some if you're hungry.
I'm very tired today, I'll take a shower first and then we can chat."

This was the first time I'd spent so much time alone with my son-in-law in a room without anyone else. Although we
weren't uncomfortable being alone and got along well, I still felt he was making me a little uncomfortable. Our
apartment's living room and master bedroom both face the courtyard. Normally, when no one is home, I would be walking around naked
and free The living room's French doors were open, and a cool breeze blew in from the courtyard, slightly relieving the heat.

If someone across the hall were to look over, they might be able to see my upper body, but I don't care.
My husband likes me being spied on like this, so I'm used to changing clothes or putting on makeup in my room without closing the curtains
. Sometimes, when we're having sex, he even deliberately opens the curtains and turns on a small light, saying it
makes it more exciting. Over the years, I don't know how many times our revealing behavior has been seen, and
honestly, I don't care.

Anyway, as I was about to go into my room to change, the phone rang. It was my husband, bored on duty,
calling chat. He asked if I was home, if I was tired from work, and if we had eaten, etc.
After answering him, I asked if he had eaten and what he was doing. He said he had just read an erotic novel about a
beautiful mother-in-law wearing a semi-transparent nightgown making breakfast for her son-in-law, who sat at the table admiring her
curvaceous back.

Finally, the son-in-law couldn't resist the temptation and stepped forward, pressing his body against his mother-in-law's back, his hard
penis against her buttocks. The mother-in-law didn't turn around, saying to her son-in-law, "Do whatever you want!" They ended up
having a long-term sexual relationship…

Because the son-in-law was nearby, I couldn't respond, so I said to my husband, "Okay, let's talk later!
I'm very tired today, I'm going to take a shower."

Due to my husband's deliberate teasing, my body underwent a change while showering, and a burning
desire to be penetrated ignited within me, instantly spreading to my sensitive areas. I leaned against the wall, showering myself, one hand rubbing my
breasts , the other poking my wet, oozing genitals. My mind was filled with fantasies of my son-in-law entering the
bathroom naked and taking a bath together…

After showering, I didn't take any underwear into the bathroom because I wanted to rest. I just put on a
thin, half-length Thai cotton camisole nightgown. Although it wasn't very transparent, my nipples
were still hard from the masturbation in the bathroom, and you could vaguely see them if you looked closely.

I thought I'd drink some water, chat with my son-in-law, and then go rest. As I walked out of the bathroom, my son-in-law turned around.
I felt a slight surprise on his face, and his eyes gave me a slightly lewd look from head to toe
. I suddenly realized this was the first time we'd been alone in a room for so long, and also the first time I'd
dressed so scantily in front of him.

Then he asked in Hakka, "Are you done showering?" I smiled and said, "Yes, I feel a little better. I'll go get
a glass of water." Turning around, I glanced at him; his gaze was still fixed on my body. I didn't mind his
eyes wandering over me and walked gracefully towards the kitchen. His eyes were probably fixed on my shapely buttocks as he watched
me enter.

After pouring a glass of water, I sat on the long sofa in the middle, naturally
curling my long legs up on the sofa as usual—a seductive and sexy side-sitting pose, one I often strike in selfies.
His gaze kept lingering on my chest and legs. After

chatting casually about everyday things, I said, "You watch your TV, I'm going to rest.
I'm really tired today, my arms and legs are sore." Then I stood up to go back to my room. I looked down and saw a
bulge I thought, "Oh no!" Perhaps it was my attire and alluring posture that triggered his natural male physiological response,
rekindling the desire that hadn't subsided in me. My heart pounded, and I took a deep breath.

At that moment, he said shyly, "Mom, how about I give you a massage? It can relieve your fatigue."
Deep down, we both saw our relationship as that of siblings, not mother-in-law and son-in-law. With
the experience and intuition of a mature woman, I sensed he was beginning his offensive, testing me step by step, ultimately trying
to possess me.

While my body desperately needed male comfort, and I wasn't opposed to having sex with him,
my rationality told me it was best not to. My open-minded husband might be fine if he found out, but if my daughter
found out, it could be a disaster. At that moment, I could simply say "No, thank you," and it would be over.
But my physical needs and curiosity led me to decide to investigate. I wanted to know
what and how he would do it. I've also come up with two solutions in my mind, which are also
ways to reduce my guilt and forgive myself.

First: We both agree that anything between us that shouldn't be known to a third party must be kept a secret.
Also, if he makes further advances, I can still call "Cut!" at any time to stop what shouldn't happen.

Second: We both agree that anything between us that shouldn't be known to a third party must be kept a secret.
Also, if something inappropriate happens because I can't resist my physical needs, I can't show
that it was my desire; I need to make him feel that he constantly seduced me. Finally, if it really does happen, we
must agree that it will only happen once, and that everything will return to normal afterward.

At that moment, I felt both nervous and excited, my face flushed and my heart pounding. I pretended to be casual and said, "You know how to massage
? How come I didn't know?" He said, "I learned before, and I sometimes massage Yuqin, but she doesn't really
like it." I said, "That's exactly what I need, so please give me a massage! Shall we sit?" He sat down and said, "
It's hard to massage your legs while sitting; you need to lie down. You go into the room first, I'll wash my hands and come in." Actually, I knew that right now...
Because of his erection, he couldn't stand up in front of me.

I went into the room, turned on the fan, and drew the curtains; I didn't want this intimate moment to be exposed. I sat on
the bed, and he came in from outside, saying, "Lie face down on the bed, I'll start with your back." Then, he massaged my head,
neck, and arms in that order, from top to bottom. He massaged very well; I believe he had been trained. As he massaged, he asked if I
was using too much force, and I replied that the pressure was just right and very comfortable.

When he massaged my shoulders and back, he changed his position. He had been massaging my sides before, but now he
straddled my buttocks with his legs spread apart, his hands gripping my shoulders, and his body moving back and forth. I
could feel his hard penis rubbing against my buttocks intermittently. For someone
like me who is easily aroused, this rubbing was torture; my genitals felt wet, hot, and itchy.

Then he gently stroked my back and said, "Mom, you're not wearing a bra!" I said, "I usually
don't wear a bra after showering at home, is it a problem?" He said, "No! I forgot to tell you beforehand that
wearing a bra during a massage is inconvenient, so it's fine if you're not wearing one." Actually, he could see perfectly well that I wasn't wearing a bra;
he had clearly seen my erect nipples since I came out of the shower, but he pretended not to notice.

I thought, let's just pretend! So I asked him, "Would wearing underwear have any effect?" He said, "Underwear
won't have any effect, unless you're doing an oil massage, then you can't wear any clothes." When he massaged my waist
, his buttocks gently sat on my lap, and his hard member pressed against my skin, making me feel itchy
.

When his hand slid down to my buttocks, he said, "You're not wearing underwear!" I said, "Yeah! You thought
I was?" He said, "Yeah! You just asked me if wearing underwear would affect anything, I thought you were
!" As he spoke, his hand gently stroked my buttocks up and down. This was no longer a massage but
more like teasing, but I liked him touching my buttocks like that, and I quietly enjoyed it.

Then his hand slid down to my thighs. At this point, I thought he was no longer in the mood for a proper massage, so I decided
to use the second solution I had thought of earlier. I said to him, "By the way! Don't tell
Yuqin !" He said, "Please, I can't tell her, she's incredibly jealous. I didn't tell you,
but when we were chatting and laughing together before, she asked me jealously if I had feelings for you, so later, when she was around..."
" I'll be careful not to get too close to you at all times. If she finds out I massaged you today, that would be terrible!"

I said, "Right! There's nothing wrong with a massage, but if she's so concerned, then don't let her know. If she starts to
think the worst, no amount of explanation will help. We also can't let her know about the things we've talked about in private!"

He said, "Of course! Don't worry, I'll know my limits. Actually, we're close in age,
so it's normal for us to get along. But because Yuqin has different ideas, I haven't told her most of the things we talked about,
and of course, I won't tell anyone else!"

He said exactly what I wanted to hear. I said, "Right! Everyone should have some secrets.
Let's keep our conversations as secrets between the two of us, so that only we know them, to avoid any misunderstandings or trouble."

At this moment, he used his hands to separate my legs, which were pressed together, and started massaging my thighs. After massaging my thighs, he knelt
behind me, bent one of my legs, massaged my foot first, then put my foot down and massaged my calf. My
foot landed between his legs, right on his hard penis. His hands gripped my calves, kneading them back and forth
, while my foot bumped against his penis.

When he pressed my other foot, I felt my vagina itching and leaking a trickle of lustful fluid. I couldn't help but contract
my vagina and anus, my vagina fully exposed to him. My foot felt his
penis grow even harder and hotter. To maintain my passive position, I had to suppress my burning desire to be penetrated, my face flushed and heart pounding as I
lay there accepting his caresses and teasing.

Finally, he finished, pulled down the hem of my nightgown, got off the bed, and stood to the side, saying, "Did you finish the back massage
? Did it feel good?" I took a deep breath and said, "Very comfortable, it felt so relaxing, you did
a great ." Then I turned around and looked up, seeing a small umbrella rising between his legs. I thought that if he finished
and left now, the show would end here, and I would be somewhat disappointed.

But he didn't seem to want to end it. His face flushed and a little out of breath, he said, "I don't know if you're tired.
If you're not, I can massage your front half." At that moment, I was far from sleepy. My desire was burning, and I
needed comfort! I felt my nipples throbbing and hard. Looking down, my chest felt like two small umbrellas, and my
genitals were unbearably itchy.

At that moment, my desire made me want to say to my son-in-law, just like the mother-in-law my husband had described on the phone earlier, "
Do whatever you want!" But I decided to take a passive stance, so I forced myself to remain calm and said, "Oh! I
don't feel tired now, so please massage me!"

I closed my eyes, and he sat on the edge of the bed and began
massaging . After a while, his hands moved over my chest, rubbing back and forth between my breasts and lower abdomen. That felt
pretty good too. I felt that he was intentionally using the rubbing motion to pull up the hem of my pajamas little by little, all the way up to
the top of my genitals. My legs were naturally extended, but not tightly closed, so he could clearly see
my pubic hair and wet labia.

At this moment, he whispered to me, "Mom! I'm sorry, I saw your pubic hair. It looks like it's been trimmed,
very neat." His hands continued to rub my lower abdomen without stopping. I said, "Let me tell you a secret. Your father-in-law
loves taking selfies and often asks me to be his model. To make the photos look better, he often edits my hair."

He said, "It looks really good. I didn't know you two were so open. What about the photos? Can I see them
?" I said, "Forget it! Even I can't see them. He locks them in his office computer. I have to
go to his office on weekends when he's on duty. Like today, he's organizing
the photos he recently took of me in his office. If I want to see them, I have to go to his office."

At this point, he stopped, blushing and looking at me shyly. I asked, "Are you done?" He...
He stammered, "Not yet! But I also have a secret I want to tell Mom, please don't be angry!" Actually
, before, we talked about everything in private, and we'd shared quite a few secrets, including his relationship with his
ex-wife, his sex life with his daughter Yuqin, and my sex life with my husband, etc.

What secrets do we have between us besides not having slept together? So I said, "Why are you angry? It's something only the two of us know
, I won't be angry, just tell me!"

He looked at me affectionately and said, "It's like this, when I first started dating Yuqin, she often mentioned to me that
her mother was very sexy, that she had given birth to three children, and that she still maintained a great figure, even better than her. At first, I didn't quite
believe it, because looking at her figure, how could my mother's figure be so good!

But after meeting my mother for the first time, I believed it was true. I just couldn't believe that my mother was seven or eight years older than me,
because my mother and Yuqin looked like sisters. From then on, I developed feelings for my mother. Later,
the longer we spent together, the more we got along, and the more I felt that we were like siblings, and the more I wanted to be closer to my mother." " I
've even started to see my mother as my dream girl and the object of my fantasies, especially since Yuqin is pregnant and has morning sickness and won't let
me touch her. We haven't been together for a while, which makes my desire to be close to my mother even stronger, and it makes me very sad." 　　I felt a little touched by his words, because he was essentially praising me. I also felt a little sorry for him; I know that for a strong man his age, going without sex for a while is very difficult. I could empathize with what he said ; I know the feeling of longing and yearning. Years ago, before we moved out of the military dependents' village , I had a crush on a neighbor (his wife was my mahjong partner). I longed for him day and night , and finally received his attention. We still maintain a good relationship. 　　Now, my son-in-law's confession is like throwing the decision of whether or not to allow him to be with me to me. So far, he's only said he has feelings for me, and I can't just let him get close to me like that. Although I'm prepared to have a relationship with him, I've decided to remain passive and throw the ball back at him. 　　I said, "I understand your situation. You've said so much, what do you mean now?" 　　He said, "I want to be close to Mom just this once, and I'll listen to her from now on. Otherwise, I'll be so upset I don't know what to do." 　　At that moment, I had a few thoughts. I sympathized with his sadness, and I also had feelings for him. If he couldn't hold back and went out and messed around, it would be bad for my daughter. Besides, I also needed it very much at that moment. I said, "Okay! If you promise me a few things , I'll reluctantly agree. First, this is a one-time thing, and it will never happen again; second, after today's events, our lives and relationships will return to normal, as if this never happened; third, you must never tell anyone about this; fourth, you can't touch my face or kiss my lips later." 　　After hearing this, he held my hand and said, "Mom! I promise you, I'll do whatever you say, I swear I'll keep my promise ." 　　To maintain my mother-in-law's last shred of dignity, I decided to adopt the same approach I used when my father-in-law raped me years ago—I wouldn't move or make a sound, so he would think I was reluctantly cooperating with him, and he wouldn't see my lewd side, so that after it was over, would think I was a conservative mother-in-law. I sat up and slowly took off my pajamas, completely naked in front of him. He stood there, stunned, watching me undress, his eyes fixed on my breasts. I smiled and said, "What are you doing? Why aren't you taking off your clothes? What are you daydreaming about?" 　　He stood by the bed and took off his shirt and sweatpants, revealing his long, thick, erect penis right in front of me. Ah! I exclaimed inwardly. This was the thickest and longest penis I had ever met. I couldn't help but grab his penis with my hand, and it trembled slightly in my grasp . 　　I almost couldn't resist sucking on his enormous penis, but I restrained myself to maintain my image . I released my grip and whispered in a trembling voice, "So big!" Then I lay down. He knelt by the bed, his hands caressing my breasts. My nipples hardened and swelled. Then one of his hands slid down to gently stroke my labia, while the other pinched my nipple. 　　His teasing made my heart race, my genitals itch unbearably, and I was dripping with lust. His wet fingers, glistening with my juices, began to tease my clitoris. I was so thirsty I couldn't control myself; my hips writhed , and I couldn't help but let out soft moans of "Mmm...mmm...mmm..." 　　He said breathlessly, "Mom, can I call you 'Big Sister' today?" At that moment, I didn't care what he called me; all I wanted was for his huge penis to penetrate me. I nodded and murmured "Mmm," my voice trembling. I didn't say anything more. He climbed onto the bed, knelt beside me, and began vigorously kneading my breasts with both hands. He then buried 　　his head in my nipples and started sucking on them intensely. His nimble tongue sucked, licked, thrust, and swirled, making me moan softly, "Mmm... mmm..." He murmured, "Big sister, so good! So good! I've missed you so much! Big sister..." 　　Then he spread my legs, knelt between them, and pressed his mouth against my vulva. He reached up and grasped my breasts tightly, his mouth covering my vulva, his tongue thrusting in and out of my vagina , licking my clitoris. I was completely out of control. I grabbed his head and pressed it down, my hips swaying rhythmically. 　　I could barely hold back anymore, letting out my usual excited "Ouch! Ouch!" sounds. He made "tsk tsk" sounds while asking me, "Big sister, is it good? Does it feel good?" At this point, my mouth was dry, my heart was pounding, and I almost answered him with a moan, "Mmm...very good! Very good!" His tongue continued to move inside my vagina. A moment later, my uterus felt a spasmodic contraction, and I reached orgasm. My vagina thrust upwards repeatedly, and I made "Ouch! Ouch!" sounds. 　　In the records (of men I've had sexual relations with), the best tongue skill belongs to my husband's colleague, Xiao Tong (see "My Husband Planned to Get Me Drunk and Let Others Play With Me"). Every time, he would lick me until I cried for help at orgasm. I never imagined my son-in-law's tongue skills were so amazing, no less than Xiao Tong's!

After bringing me to orgasm, he didn't realize I'd already come, and continued to lick
my juicy, wet cunt with unbridled passion. Just as I felt myself about to climax again, he suddenly stopped, knelt
between , and pointed his hard, erect penis directly at me. He said, "Big sister, am I going in now?" I looked at him and nodded
.

He bent down, rubbed his penis back and forth at the entrance of my vagina a few times, getting some of my vaginal fluid on it, and then inserted his thick
penis into my cunt. He slowly pushed it all the way in. I'd never been
penetrated by such a long and thick penis before, filling my entire vagina completely. I felt a tingling, numb, and swollen sensation, and involuntarily
let out an "Ahhh!"

He stopped and asked me, "Big sister, is this okay? Isn't it too deep?" I said, "It's not deep,
this is fine."

Then he started thrusting in and out of my vagina repeatedly using a nine-shallow-one-deep motion. I had
a second orgasm after just a few thrusts. He still didn't notice my reaction and continued thrusting in and out in the same frontal position.

He must have been mindful of his role as a son-in-law, because he didn't ask me to change positions. Actually,
I really wanted to lie down and let him penetrate me from behind. It wasn't that I disliked being penetrated from the front, but I really liked
the different feeling of being penetrated from behind. However, I maintained my dignity and didn't ask to change positions, keeping the same
position as he continued thrusting.

After a while, he suddenly increased his speed and thrust deeper and harder. I knew
this was a sign that he was about to ejaculate, and I felt incredibly stimulated and excited. He gasped, "Big sister...
I'm coming! Can I cum inside you?" I gasped, "Yes... it's okay, it's okay
... it's okay if you cum inside..."

At that moment, I gripped his waist tightly with both hands, my vagina thrusting back and
forth in rhythm with his penetration. After a series of intense thrusts, he suddenly stopped, exclaiming, "Ahhh... I'm coming
! Big sister, that was amazing!" I felt a surge of heat fill my vagina, rushing into my uterus, and my vagina
spasmed, reaching my third orgasm of the day.

I lowered my hands, feeling a sense of relief. He didn't immediately pull out his still-erect penis, remaining in the same
position, and said to me, "Big sister, was my performance alright?" I smiled and replied, "You should
call me Mom now! You did pretty well. Don't forget your promise! Go wash up, they'll be back soon."
He smiled and said, "Yes! Mom, thank you for granting my wish. I will keep my promise, don't worry!"

Two months later, my daughter gave birth to a son. She quit her job in Hsinchu and found another
job in Miaoli. From then on, they rarely came back to Hsinchu, and when they did, it was always a quick visit. As agreed, nothing
untoward happened again, and we returned to our original relationship and lifestyle, leaving only beautiful memories
and occasional reverie. When we met, we would secretly exchange knowing smiles.

It's been a year since I last wrote! Recently, a fellow resident wrote to inquire, saying they hadn't seen my posts in a long time.

My previous post was about a one-night stand I had with my son-in-law, Ah Chun, last summer at my home. For over a year afterward, we
both refrained from having an affair, as agreed. On the surface, it was a beautiful
memory, and we both returned to normal lives. But in reality, it was torture for me because I
couldn't forget his long, thick penis and his superb sexual skills. I can understand why my daughter chose
to marry a man thirteen years her senior; sexual satisfaction and pleasure are so important to a woman!

There are actually some topics I could write about during this time. For example, my grandfather (my
long-term sexual partner of fifteen years) and I have a fixed date twice a month (our date routine involves taking a whole day off,
going to the countryside in the morning for sightseeing and a photoshoot, and then going to a motel in the afternoon for sex and selfies).

Also, my husband arranged eight dates during this period, seven of which were threesomes, and the most recent one was a foursome,
all homebodies." In addition, I have four or five old friends (like
Brother Aju and Xiao Li, whom I mentioned in my previous post "My Mahjong Loss of Virginity") who occasionally ask me to get together. Sometimes
we go for a walk in the countryside or have a meal together (and of course, sometimes we go to a hotel). Actually, I rarely take the initiative to invite these
old friends, but as long as they are not people I dislike, I will try my best to go out with them when they ask me. It's mainly
because I don't want to be lonely and I need comfort!

Based on the above, as a housewife, wife, mistress, and the female protagonist of a dating show, I am really
overwhelmed and can't find much time to sit down and write.

Approaching 45, I am a standard mature woman. Although I am
still somewhat confident in my 163 cm, 36-28-38 figure (compared to women of the same age), especially with my long legs, and I like to wear short skirts, shorts, and tight low-cut tops, it is obvious that I am not as attractive to men and have as many suitors
as I did a few years ago . 　　At the prime of my life, my sexual desire has been particularly strong these past two years. I crave intimacy almost every day or two . My husband, in his fifties, still sees me at least once a week, and considering the frequency of his extramarital affairs, it's still far from meeting my physical needs. Need is need, but I can't just go out and find anyone to play with. So , when the urge is strong, I resort to a dildo to alleviate the immediate problem. 　　And at this time, my fantasies are directed at my son-in-law, Chun. He's the man I've wanted most in the past year. I keep thinking that if I have the chance, I must rekindle our past relationship. The promise we made to only have sex once— who cares! Once is incest, twice is incest anyway. As long as we both restrain ourselves and don't tell anyone, nothing will happen. I'll keep my apologies to my daughter to myself. 　　As for my husband, there's no need to say more. He can't wait for me to have an incestuous relationship with my son-in-law. If he knew, he'd be thrilled. I don't need to apologize to him, but I've decided it's better to keep it a secret. Thinking about this, I really want to tell him about how his father seduced me in my early years (see the previous article "Seduced by My Father-in-Law")!

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