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My marriage lasted only one year and three months. Frankly, I felt terrible about it; it was incredibly oppressive from beginning to end. Some might argue that if it felt so bad, why did I even get married? Yes, why did I get married in the first place? Looking back now, I think it had a lot to do with my mother-in-law, Yin Beibei.

Yin Beibei was a divorced woman. Her husband, whom I've never met, eloped with a wealthy woman when she was about thirty-six, without even getting a divorce certificate. Naturally, not long after, their daughter, Peng Dandan, took her mother's surname, becoming Yin Dandan. Of course, at that time, I didn't know Yin Dandan, nor did I know that a divorced woman named Yin Beibei existed.

I met Yin Dandan twelve years after Yin Beibei had been living a life of celibacy. I was twenty-four, and Yin Dandan was also twenty-four; our combined age was exactly forty-eight. Not only that, but what's even more interesting is that my birthday and Yin Beibei's birthday happen to be the same day, December 1st. Previously, I thought December 1st was a very meaningful day, not only because it was my birthday, but also World AIDS Day and the birthday of the revolutionary marshal Zhu De. Since learning that Yin Beibei's birthday is also December 1st, I feel that the significance of December 1st can no longer be described as "important," but rather as "unprecedented." It's like how some newspapers and magazines described the Cultural Revolution as an "unprecedented" catastrophe.

The key to my acquaintance with Yin Dandan, and subsequently Yin Beibei, was my female colleague, Zhang Xiaofang. Zhang Xiaofang is a very voluptuous woman. And by voluptuous, I don't just mean her breasts; her abdomen, hips, arms, and legs are all equally plump and alluring. This is quite striking among the sea of skinny women swaying like cats on the street. To be honest, I'm different from the Taiwanese master Li Ao. Master Li Ao has stated publicly more than once that he likes women who are thin, slender, and youthful, and he even emphasized that the smaller the breasts, the better. I think Master Li Ao is perverted; he's already in his seventies or eighties, yet he's still thinking about finding young girls, setting a bad example for future generations.

Therefore, I like voluptuous women, like Zhang Xiaofang. I've fantasized about having sex with Zhang Xiaofang more than once, often secretly taking photos of her exposed areas with my phone. When I go to the bathroom, I look at these photos and can't help but pull out my penis and start moving it around. A jolt of electricity runs down my spine, and I ejaculate.

However, when I finally mustered the courage to ask Zhang Xiaofang out for karaoke that night, she flatly refused, completely rejecting me. She said, "Are you crazy for women? You even have designs on me! If my husband finds out, he'll shoot you dead!"

Zhang Xiaofang's husband is a proud policeman. I've met him; he's not only as imposing as a black iron tower, but he also carries a gleaming Type 64 pistol on his hip. I know he wouldn't dare fire his gun carelessly, but if he found some excuse (like gambling on mahjong) to handcuff me and lock me up for a few days, I knew I wouldn't have an easy time. So I said, "If you're not willing to sacrifice yourself, then introduce me to someone else. Look, I'm not getting any younger; it's time to find a woman."

So I introduced her to Yin Dandan. Yin Dandan was also an employee of the gas company, but not in the same branch as me. Our gas company had three branch plants. The coking plant was responsible for producing coke, the chemical plant for producing chemical raw materials, and the machinery plant, as an auxiliary production department, was in charge of equipment maintenance and repair. I belonged to the machinery plant, mainly engaged in the maintenance of industrial automation instruments—in other words, an instrument technician.

As for Yin Dandan, she was a conveyor belt operator at the coking plant—of course, the conveyor belt here refers to the one used for transporting coal and coke, not some kind of belt tied around the waist. This needs clarification to avoid misunderstandings from some readers who might think the gas company also manufactures belts for fastening trousers.

Actually, the gas company only had about a thousand employees, and unmarried young women were few and far between. I was surprised that I had never heard of the unmarried young woman Yin Dandan, so I asked Zhang Xiaofang how we met. Zhang Xiaofang said we met in the women's bathhouse at the coking plant. I said, "No wonder I haven't seen her before; it must be that awful place." Zhang Xiaofang loved to shower during work hours, almost every day, without fail, regardless of the season.

Yin Dandan did the same, so over time, the two became good friends. Then, Zhang Xiaofang, with a rare hint of jealousy, described Yin Dandan's tall and slender figure to me, saying, "She's like a fairy descended from heaven! Slim where she should be, curvy where she should be. It's a waste for a girl like that to stay in the coking plant. She should be a model, or at least go to the city TV station for a beauty pageant and bring back a trophy."

I remember the late writer Wang Xiaobo once said something like this: "Based on my life experience, in China, some people enjoy the thrill of being misled by propaganda; some people worship the power of propaganda; although they've suffered enough from propaganda, they don't feel aversion to it; not only that, some people crave new propaganda like addicts crave drugs." I felt that Zhang Xiaofang's words were a form of propaganda.

Originally, I wasn't very willing to meet Yin Dandan because I thought it would be pointless for the couple to work in the same unit, knowing each other inside and out, making it impossible to save any money on the side. But Zhang Xiaofang was incredibly patient. Starting the day after she refused to sing karaoke with me, she reported to me almost daily on Yin Dandan's behavior at the bathhouse—what brand of shampoo she used, what brand of underwear she wore, what brand of soap she used, whether her breasts were big or small, whether her buttocks were flat or perky… She

even reported on the day Yin Dandan had her period. At first, I thought Zhang Xiaofang was shameless; she told me, a completely unrelated man, all the personal privacy of an unmarried young woman, which showed that her morals were indeed somewhat corrupt. But upon reflection, I realized she was doing it for my own good. She knew I used to masturbate with her photos in the bathroom every day, which was bad for my health, so she was desperately trying to seduce me.

Naturally, this propaganda didn't last long before I surrendered. I said, "You've praised her so much, she's practically a reincarnation of Xi Shi or Diao Chan. I'll meet her then. Let me make it clear, if we don't click, I'm leaving immediately."

The result of the meeting, naturally, was that we clicked. Although Yin Dandan wasn't quite as stunning as Zhang Xiaofang described, almost like a goddess from heaven, she was practically one. I thought that for an instrument technician in a state-owned enterprise to find such a beautiful woman as his wife was a stroke of good luck. Yin Dandan seemed quite satisfied with me too; the only undergraduate in the instrument section, a key technical talent being groomed by the branch factory, and with a few more years of hard work, becoming a section chief wouldn't be difficult. Although a section chief was only a minor position, they managed thirty or forty people, which was quite prestigious in a state-owned enterprise.

However, problems arose not long after we started dating. It turned out that Yin Dandan suffered from severe frigidity. No matter how much I caressed her in bed, she just couldn't get aroused; she was like a wooden doll, stiff, dull, cold-blooded, and uninteresting. This was a serious problem. If a man and a woman can't even have a harmonious sex life, it's even harder to have harmonious relationships in other areas.

Although Yin Dandan is beautiful and has a great figure, what's the point if these things don't bring you physical pleasure? I originally wanted to find an opportunity to discuss this with Yin Dandan properly—either go to the hospital or break up. But every time we brought it up, Yin Dandan would say she had something important to do and had to leave, or that she suddenly had stomach pains and needed to go to the toilet. Clearly, she was deliberately avoiding the issue. I felt this was very disrespectful, and Yin Dandan should give me an explanation, no matter what.

However, Yin Dandan ultimately failed to give me an explanation. Instead, her mother, Yin Beibei, very warmly invited me to their house for dinner on December 1st. At the time, I didn't know that Yin Beibei's birthday was also December 1st; I just felt that since I'd been with Yin Dandan for at least half a year, I should meet her mother and discuss going to the hospital. Because since Yin Dandan didn't want to break up, going to the hospital was the best way to salvage the relationship. Her mother, having been through so much, must understand the situation.

Dinner that day was lavish, just like Yin Beibei's—a variety of dishes, and quite oily. It might seem a bit harsh to describe Yin Beibei like that, but it's true. Yin Beibei is the complete opposite of her daughter; she's short and stocky, with a barrel-like waist, just like Wang Po from the TV series *Water Margin*. Especially striking is her enormous face, which, I don't know what kind of makeup she's wearing, is a bright green—it really makes you feel sorry for her. However, I must admit, Yin Beibei's cooking is absolutely top-notch. For example, the stir-fried beef tripe was fragrant, spicy, and incredibly tender—better than anything a chef in a five-star hotel could make.

After dinner, I became even more determined to continue my relationship with Yin Beibei. I didn't want to lose such a talented cook as a mother-in-law. So, after dinner, I found an excuse to send Yin Dandan away and told Yin Beibei that I wanted her to take her daughter to the hospital, emphasizing repeatedly that if the illness wasn't cured, I'd rather not eat her cooking than break up with her. Yin Beibei was surprised. She said she never expected her daughter to have such a problem. She thought my advice was right and timely, and she would definitely take her daughter to the hospital in a few days, believing the doctor would have a way to cure her.

I didn't expect Yin Beibei to be so understanding, and my liking for her grew even stronger. Next, as usual, Yin Beibei asked about my family situation. She was surprised and moved to learn that my father had passed away from illness two years ago, leaving only my mother and younger sister. She said, "I didn't expect your family to be so similar to ours, both of you are widows and orphans. Life must be very difficult." I said, "It's alright. Fortunately, my mother has a few hundred yuan of retirement pension every month, and she also runs a mahjong parlor in our neighborhood, so she can at least earn some money."

Yin Beibei was very happy and said, "Then our families are a good match. Once Yin Dandan is cured, you two should get married as soon as possible." I said, "Okay, Auntie's words are enough. It won't make a difference if we wait a day or two." I had almost forgotten about my birthday, but just as I was about to go home, Yin Beibei magically produced a birthday cake the size of a washbasin. Yin Beibei said, "It's Auntie's birthday today, and it's yours too. Come on, let's three of us finish this cake!"

I was both surprised and delighted. Surprised because I'd never seen such a big cake before, and delighted because I shared a birthday with my future mother-in-law—my birthdays would definitely get more and more exciting each year. In my memory, my mother rarely bought me birthday cakes; at most, she'd fry two double-yolk eggs on my birthday, and later, even then, it was just chicken eggs becoming duck eggs, two becoming four. So, as I ate the cake, I secretly shed tears of happiness.

From then on, Yin Beibei kept inviting me to her house for dinner. At first, she only invited me through Yin Dandan, but later, perhaps finding it troublesome, she simply called my cell phone directly, asking me to come over for dinner after work. At first, I was quite happy to go. After all, Yin Beibei's cooking skills were far superior to my mother's. Going to her house for meals satisfied my appetite and eased my mother's financial burden—a win-win situation. However, as the frequency increased, I gradually started to feel annoyed. Although a meal doesn't take much time, and I'm not some extremely busy person, I still have my own things to do, such as playing chess online, playing mahjong at a friend's house, or going to a bar to pick up girls—not anything particularly serious, but things that help relieve the stress of the day's work.

Therefore, I started making excuses to avoid it. After a few times, Yin Beibei not only didn't understand but became even more insistent, practically trying to feed me dinner herself. So I thought she was doing this because she was worried her daughter wouldn't be married, worried I wouldn't marry her daughter.

To be honest, although Yin Dandan has severe frigidity, she wasn't a virgin before me. I don't know who was so bored as to beat me to it. So, even if I didn't marry Yin Dandan, it wouldn't be considered playing with her, and my conscience wouldn't bother me. But now, things are like this; not getting married is unavoidable. If I don't get married, I might have to eat dinner at Yin Beibei's every day, and after a while, my mother will be unhappy, and the neighbors will gossip.

So, one evening at dinner, I told Yin Beibei about my idea of marrying Yin Dandan. As I said this, I secretly glanced at Yin Dandan; her face was already flushed. Yin Beibei was indeed very happy and said, "That's great. I'll visit your house later and hear your mother's opinion. Marriage is a big deal; it needs to be discussed by both sets of parents." I said, "Okay, no problem."

On the wedding day, many people came, but most were colleagues from the gas company. My colleagues, and Yin Beibei's colleagues. Zhang Xiaofang was very proud because, as is customary, I gave her a pair of designer leather shoes as a reward for being a "matchmaker."

Zhang Xiaofang said that this was the fourth pair of leather shoes she had received, meaning she had facilitated four marriages. I think Zhang Xiaofang is quite kind. She doesn't verbally abuse any young men who want a relationship with her; instead, she introduces them to other pretty girls. She's like a compassionate Bodhisattva. Unfortunately, the girl she introduced me to this time, Yin Dandan, is all looks and no substance, like a decorative actress in a movie. I

originally thought Yin Beibei had taken Yin Dandan to the hospital, but now it seems Yin Beibei is only concerned with when I can come to her house for dinner. She probably hasn't even taken her daughter to the hospital once. So, just a few days after the wedding, I started to regret it.

Every night with a wooden doll is really unbearable. I suggested that Yin Dandan go to the hospital, but she absolutely refused. She said, "Do you want male doctors there to touch your wife's private parts?" I said, "What does seeing a doctor have to do with touching her private parts? At least make your excuse believable!" Yin Dandan said, "I've heard that male doctors in hospitals are really lewd these days. They take all sorts of ways to grope pretty female patients. One of my female colleagues had a stomachache and went to the hospital; the doctor even made her take off her pants for an examination.

There's nothing I can do but endure it." It's strange, though; since marrying Yin Dandan, Yin Beibei has rarely called to invite me to dinner. Sometimes I'm the one craving something and call to ask Yin Beibei to cook a few extra dishes. That's how people are; they only appreciate things when they lose them.

But no matter what, I'm a normal man. Yin Dandan can do without sex, but I can't; in fact, my desires are stronger than most men's. I think sex is like lubricant in the gears of a factory machine. It's okay if you don't apply it every few days, but if you neglect it, the machine will definitely break down.

At first, Yin Dandan and I only argued about major family matters, such as which brand of TV to replace when it broke down, whether to buy a new motorcycle when it reached the end of its service life, and how much "gift money" to give to relatives for weddings and funerals. These things were somewhat related to finances and worth arguing about.

But later, even trivial things started to cause arguments. For example, I wanted to watch Super Girl, but she wanted to watch "Princess Pearl"; I thought some underwear would be cleaner if hand-washed, but she insisted on putting them in the washing machine and setting the wash cycle to the highest setting; even when I came home from a late shift and wanted to cook some noodles, she would stop me, saying she was on a diet and didn't want me eating noodles to tempt her. In her mind, she would rather I go hungry than let me interfere with her diet.

I usually have a very good temper and am quite well-mannered, but after suffering from both physical and mental torment for a long time, even the best temper will inevitably turn sour. So, finally, one day, I slapped Yin Dandan. Although it was just a slap, I still regretted it afterwards. That slap marked the official end of my short marriage of one year and three months.

On the day we went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to complete the divorce proceedings, my heart was heavy, while Yin Dandan's eyes were red and swollen from crying. She was still that middle-aged woman with freckles. She said, "Oh, it's been over a year, and you two have finally come." I said, "How did you know we'd come? You're not a god." She said, "I've worked here for over 20 years. I can tell which couple will come back and which won't just by looking. You're still young; you'll have plenty of opportunities to come here in the future."

I said, "Your business is really good. 50 yuan for a marriage certificate, 50 yuan for a divorce certificate—it's incredibly profitable! Maybe I should work for you too." Hearing this, Yin Dandan couldn't help but laugh. It's good that she laughed. It's just a divorce, what's the big deal? There are still men in the world." As she left, the middle-aged woman comforted Yin Dandan.

About two weeks after I finalized my divorce with Yin Dandan, Yin Beibei started calling me again, inviting me to her house for dinner. I found it rather ridiculous. Since I had no relationship with her daughter anymore, she was no longer my mother-in-law, and had no reason to invite me to her house for dinner. If I went anyway, I'd be no different from a beggar. So, I politely declined Yin Beibei's invitation.

However, Yin Beibei didn't give up. She kept calling, sometimes two or three times a day, until I was completely exasperated. I didn't know if it was Yin Beibei's idea or Yin Dandan's. I guessed it was Yin Dandan's idea. Yin Dandan probably wanted to remarry me, which was why she had her mother invite me to dinner repeatedly.

Yin Dandan clearly still had feelings for me; her seriousness and persistence in love were something many girls these days couldn't match. However, I couldn't think of a reason to remarry her, so I decided to go out for dinner instead. That way, I could talk to her and her daughter over dinner, tell them that what's done is done, and let them give up on the idea sooner.

But when I got to Yin Beibei's house after work, I found that Yin Dandan wasn't there. Although Yin Dandan wasn't there, the table was still full of dishes—three meat dishes, one vegetable dish, and a soup. I asked Yin Dandan where she was, and Yin Beibei said she went to a colleague's house to play mahjong and wouldn't be back for dinner. I thought that Yin Dandan was probably too embarrassed to be in such a situation, and her mother would definitely talk to me about remarriage later. I'll express my opinion when Yin Beibei brings up the topic.

Yin Beibei's cooking seemed to have improved; it was clear she had put in a lot of effort. However, the more elaborate her cooking, the more guilty I felt. I thought, if she asked me to remarry her daughter later, I'd really find it hard to refuse. As the saying goes, "He who takes a bribe is bound to be obliging."

But strangely, Yin Beibei didn't mention remarriage to me until after dinner. She just kept asking me trivial things, like whether the house was clean, whether the old, broken TV was fixed, and of course, she asked a more sensitive question: whether I had a new girlfriend.

These were all harmless little questions, so I answered them honestly. After I finished answering, Yin Beibei asked me if her pajamas looked good, saying they were the latest style from a boutique. That's when I noticed she wasn't wearing anything under her pajamas. No wonder her breasts seemed particularly prominent today. I said, "Great, designer brands are designer brands, they look stunning on you." Yin Beibei laughed and said, "Really? You're not kidding me, are you?"

I glanced at my watch; it was getting late, so I decided to go home. I thought, "Now Yin Beibei will probably bring up the remarriage proposal." But to my surprise, Yin Beibei acted as if nothing had happened, walking me straight to the front door and repeatedly telling me to come over for dinner again. She said, "Although you're no longer my daughter's husband, I still consider you my son-in-law." She spoke sincerely, her eyes sparkling with kindness. Once again, a wave of happiness washed over me.

In the following months, Yin Beibei indeed invited me to her house for dinner again, just like before. Not only for meals, but sometimes she also wanted me to go shopping with her. Our small town, though not large, is a well-known clothing wholesale center in Central and Southern China, with several shopping malls selling women's clothing alone, totaling tens of thousands of stalls.

Yin Beibei must be bored shopping alone; with me by her side, she could talk to keep her entertained, offer clothing advice, and even act as a bodyguard against pickpockets. Of course, I wasn't obligated to accompany her. Every time, she would buy me something too—either a suit or a jacket. My wardrobe used to be empty, but after a few shopping trips with Yin Beibei, it gradually filled up.

Although Yin Beibei often said she was a widow and orphan, and very pitiful, her ex-husband left her four rented-out storefronts, providing at least four or five thousand yuan in rent each month. So, buying a few outfits was a piece of cake for her. Of course, this wasn't a reason for me to accept her gifts. It's just that she never scheduled shopping trips for Saturdays or Sundays, meaning my company would definitely deduct my salary if I accompanied her. Those clothes were simply compensation for that deduction.

Even so, I felt it wasn't good to continue like this; it felt like I was living off her. So, I started politely refusing her again. Although my refusal was tactful, the meaning was clear: I didn't want her to continue disrupting my normal life. Now that I'm wifeless, I need to find someone; I can't spend all my time with a middle-aged woman. But it's no use. Yin Beibei keeps calling me relentlessly, first with a commanding tone, then with a pleading one. In short, she's willing to abandon all pretense of dignity as an elder just to have a meal or go shopping with me. I felt sorry for her, pleading so desperately with a younger person, so I tried my best to agree.

I specifically discussed this with Yin Dandan several times, asking her to spend more time with her mother instead of constantly thinking about playing mahjong. Elderly people are prone to Alzheimer's if they don't have someone to care for them. At that point, they won't even have time to sleep, let alone play mahjong. My aunt's mother-in-law has Alzheimer's; she can't even use the toilet anymore, making the whole house stink. To take care of her, my aunt lost 120 pounds in a month, dropping to 96 pounds.

Much more effective than diet pills! Yin Dandan disagreed, saying it was none of her business; her mother could play with whomever she wanted, and she had no right to interfere. I said, "But you can't keep bothering me! You want to play mahjong, and I want to pick up girls. Is your mahjong game more important than my girl-picking?" Yin Dandan said, "They're equally important. Don't you know how to balance your time?" I said, "Why should I balance my time? I'm not your mother's son-in-law anymore, why should I go along with her? I'm only going along with her now to give you face." Yin Dandan grinned and said, "Fine, then you don't need to give me face anymore. Next time she invites you, just don't go."

My conversation with Yin Dandan ended unhappily. Yin Beibei seemed to know about the conversation later, and she called me more frequently and more brazenly than before. To solve this problem, I thought for three days and three nights and finally came up with a solution: find Yin Beibei a companion. If Yin Beibei had a companion, she naturally wouldn't bother me anymore. So, I mobilized all my relatives and friends, searching for widowers between the ages of 50 and 65.

I specifically mentioned this to Zhang Xiaofang, hoping she could find a way to get the fifth pair of shoes. However, this time Zhang Xiaofang was also helpless. She said that among young people, there are more men than women, but among the elderly, there are more women than men.

Nowadays, men's life expectancy is generally not long. I think she's right. Take my residential area, for example; there are countless elderly women who have lost their spouses, but very few elderly men. So, despite mobilizing all available resources, I ultimately failed to find a suitable candidate for Yin Beibei. I felt particularly frustrated. I felt that my nightmare would never end.

The day Yin Dandan had her car accident, I was attending a staff representative meeting at work. At that time, three newly appointed branch factory directors were sitting on the stage. One of them was a woman, not only young but also very beautiful. She would be my immediate supervisor.

It was said that she was recruited from the city's water company as a senior talent. Just as I was thinking of an opportunity to invite her out for karaoke, my phone started vibrating wildly in my pocket. I glanced at the number—it was Yin Beibei again. I wanted to hang up immediately, but then my right eyelid started twitching, so I sneaked out of the meeting room. On the other end of the line, Yin Beibei's voice was urgent and tense. I told her not to rush and to speak slowly. She finally calmed down and told me that Yin Dandan had been in a car accident.

When I arrived at the emergency room of the city's No. 1 Hospital, Yin Dandan was being wheeled out by a nurse, completely wrapped in a white sheet. I knew I was too late. When Yin Beibei saw me, she rushed into my arms as if she had found a savior, bursting into tears. Her cries were incredibly heart-wrenching; I think everyone present must have felt that profound grief.

As Yin Dandan's ex-husband, I felt obligated to handle her funeral arrangements properly. So, over the next few days, I contacted the funeral home, the band, company leaders, Yin Dandan's classmates, friends, and relatives. I even tried to contact her father—though I ultimately failed.

On the day of the memorial service, the company's union chairman gave a brief speech on behalf of the company's party, government, and labor union, and Zhang Xiaofang, a close friend, also spoke. As a family representative, I expressed my deepest gratitude to all the leaders, colleagues, and friends present. I thought the memorial service was a complete success, and I believed Yin Dandan would be very satisfied if she knew. Of course, almost all my relatives and friends gave me a thumbs up, praising me as a deeply affectionate and devoted man who, even after the divorce, still went to such lengths to help with the funeral arrangements.

Leaving the funeral home, I felt more exhausted than ever before. Only then did I realize I hadn't slept for two days and two nights. I decided to go home and get a good night's sleep. At this moment, Yin Beibei asked me to take her home. After this drastic change, Yin Beibei seemed to have aged even more; not only were there several more wrinkles on her forehead, but her eye bags also seemed much larger. I suddenly felt so sorry for this old woman. First her husband was gone, and now her daughter was gone too. Could she still live happily?

Regardless, I still had to take Yin Beibei home. After all, it was late, and the funeral home was still dozens of miles from the city. The taxi bumped along for nearly twenty minutes before finally arriving at Yin Beibei's building. I wanted Yin Beibei to go up alone, because I still needed to take a taxi home. Yin Beibei refused, saying she wanted to show me something and wanted me to come up with her.

I thought, perhaps it was a gift Yin Dandan had left for me before she died. I agreed and followed her upstairs. I sat down on the sofa, and Yin Beibei went into her room to get something. But she didn't come out for a long time. About ten minutes later, I finally heard Yin Beibei calling from inside the room. I felt something was wrong, but I still went into Yin Beibei's room. Yin Beibei was already in bed. She told me to sit on the edge of the bed, saying the thing was under the pillow and to close my eyes.

I was very puzzled; what could be so mysterious? Just as I closed my eyes, I felt the lights in the whole room dim. I was startled and about to open my eyes when a blanket enveloped my entire body. Then, by the dim moonlight from the window, I saw that Yin Beibei was completely naked. My mind went blank; I froze. Before I could recover, Yin Beibei's body, like a mountain, pressed me down to the deepest part of the Simmons mattress. Yin Beibei had a well-maintained figure; her breasts were neither too big nor too small, with reddish-brown nipples, her skin was smooth, and her hips were full.

Yin Beibei climbed down, unzipped my pants, pulled out my penis, and swallowed it whole. It happened so suddenly; I wasn't prepared at all and just stood there, letting Yin Beibei do as she pleased. Most of my penis was in Yin Beibei's mouth, enveloped by her tongue. Her soft tongue coiled around my penis like a snake, licking from the middle to the glans, her mouth constantly sucking.

The intense pleasure almost made me ejaculate. Yin Beibei's hands, as if by reflex, grabbed my thigh and the base of my penis, her mouth pulling back, spitting my penis out and then sucking it back in. One of Yin Beibei's hands touched my thigh, while the other gripped the base of my penis, stroking it, her mouth still sucking, her tongue swirling around the glans. I never expected my mother-in-law's oral skills to be so good. Yin Beibei's tongue licked my scrotum, from the base to the glans, the tip of her tongue pressing against the urethral opening.

Yin Beibei kept licking my glans, then swallowed my penis deeply into her throat. I loved this deep-throating sensation. My heart raced, and I gently pressed Yin Beibei's head down with both hands, slowly thrusting my penis in a piston-like motion. Yin Beibei quickened her pace, one hand gripping the base of my penis and stroking it back and forth, while her tongue frantically circled the tip of my penis. I involuntarily pressed Yin Beibei's head down hard, my penis pumping rapidly. She seemed to understand something, her hands gripping my buttocks tightly. The intense mental stimulation combined with physical pleasure gave me the urge to climax. I held Yin Beibei's head down firmly.

My penis was completely inside her throat, the glans pressing against her throat, and I ejaculated! My legs trembled as I ejaculated every last drop of my semen into Yin Beibei's mouth. When I pulled my penis out of Yin Beibei's mouth, some semen also flowed out, but not much; I knew she had swallowed most of it.

Yin Beibei got up and lay on top of me, and I held her tightly. We didn't say a word. After a while, Yin Beibei said, "I know you've been wronged these past few days

. Dandan was hurt when she was young, so she's very averse to sex." This confirmed my suspicions, because Dandan wasn't a virgin with me before. I said, "It's okay, it's all in the past, why are we bringing it up?" My chest pressed tightly against her breasts, and I kissed her tenderly, teasing her with my tongue. She involuntarily responded with her tongue. My hand slowly reached down to her lower body, stroking her vulva. Yin Beibei was already soaking wet. She also stroked my penis, and it became erect again under the influence of her hands.

I knelt down and gently parted Yin Beibei's legs, instantly revealing her private parts to me. Her snow-white inner thighs and pink vulva were already soaked with milky-white vaginal fluid. Sparse, curly pubic hair, glistening with the fluid, clung to the area around her vulva. Her labia majora were swollen and red from engorgement, the two pink labia majora bulging and splitting open, forming a crimson crevice. The small labia minora, glistening with clear, viscous fluid, were vaguely visible inside. Her pink clitoris was clearly visible, surrounded by the delicate labia minora. Her vaginal fluid continuously seeped from the crevice, making her vulva appear translucent and radiating a pinkish glow, creating an extremely erotic scene, indicating that her body was in a state of extreme arousal. I parted Yin Beibei's thick labia majora, then gently parted her labia minora, inserting my middle finger. I searched upwards for the tender clitoris at the top and gently teased it. Immediately, Yin Beibei began to tremble with my fingers.

My fingers slowly circled the warm, moist entrance. "You...you're making me feel so uncomfortable..." Yin Beibei trembled and whispered. Slowly, I felt my hands getting wet; Yin Beibei was really getting a lot of vaginal fluid! So I put my head between Yin Beibei's legs and began to carefully lick her wet, juicy vulva with my tongue. I gently licked Yin Beibei's two tender labia, which trembled under my licking... "Ah...ah...I...I'm so uncomfortable..." Yin Beibei was licked until her heart was itchy, waves of pleasure surged through her like electric currents, her pretty buttocks twisted and thrust upwards, swaying from side to side, her hands tightly holding my head, emitting joyful moans: "Ah...I can't take it anymore...oh...you...I..."

Seeing Yin Beibei so frenzied, I licked her wet vulva even harder, my tongue tightly encircling her clitoris, teasing it gently yet fiercely; I used my hands to pry open Yin Beibei's two thick labia, put my whole mouth inside, and sucked on Yin Beibei's clitoris, sucking hard, my tongue swirling around the clitoris, arousing a tremor throughout her body.

"Oh...oh...put your tongue...in a little deeper...oh...oh...I can't take it anymore..." Yin Beibei gasped, shaking her buttocks and pressing her entire vulva against my face. I straightened my tongue and tried my best to push it deep into her vagina.

"Oh...oh...it feels so good...oh...oh...baby...oh oh...it's so...beautiful...oh...I'm going to die...oh...you're going to kill me...oh...kiss...oh...oh...no...I can't take it anymore...oh...oh...I'm going to cum..." Yin Beibei's rosy lips opened and closed incessantly, emitting waves of soul-stirring moans. I never imagined that this dignified and virtuous woman would have such a deep and intense desire.

I lowered my head and kissed Yin Beibei's alluring vulva, while my other hand kept stroking her snow-white, full, smooth, and high breasts, occasionally flicking her nipples with my fingers. Yin Beibei couldn't withstand my licking and caressing. Soon, her whole body trembled, and her tender vulva spasmed as it kept sucking on my tongue.

"Oh...oh...you little rascal...oh...oh...oh...it feels so good to lick me...oh oh...oh...oh...I can't take it anymore...I...can't...take it anymore...oh...oh...oh oh...I'm going to cum...oh...this time...I'm really going to...cum...oh...oh...oh...cum...cum...cum...cum..." Suddenly, a gush of vaginal fluid spurted out. Yin Beibei gasped for breath, her voice trembling with intense lust.

Under my teasing, Yin Beibei actually had her first orgasm. I pressed my mouth heavily against her vulva, sucking with relish. After a while, Yin Beibei finally slowly recovered from her orgasm, breathing slightly, her body still trembling violently.

"Mom, your...water...is so much!" Although Dandan and I were divorced, I still called her that.

Yin Beibei said shyly, "Mmm...it's all...your fault that I...fell so much. Oh...it felt so good just now! I've never felt so good before." I lay on top of Yin Beibei, kissing her alluring cherry lips while lowering my head to suck on them, my other hand roaming and caressing her entire body. Yin Beibei's body twisted and turned, rubbing against me forcefully, making soft "humming" and "mmm" sounds deep in her throat.

I looked up at the beautiful Yin Beibei, her eyes filled with intoxicated allure, her full breasts, burning with desire, heaving violently in my large hands. I picked up her two jade-like feet, lifting them high and spreading them apart, her plump buttocks completely exposed.

I pressed my erect penis against her wide-open vulva, the tip of my penis rubbing against her equally erect and engorged clitoris, the warm, slippery pleasure shooting straight to my head. I lifted my buttocks and slowly inserted my penis into her tender vagina.

"Gently...please be gentle? It's been so long since I've had it..." "Mom, what's been so long since you've had it?" I said, my penis already inserted about two centimeters.

"Mmm...it's been so long since I've had sex," Yin Beibei moaned lasciviously.

"Mmm...baby, relax, I'll go slow, it'll make you feel good."

I felt Yin Beibei's vagina was incredibly wet, my penis tightly gripped by a hot membrane, as if a tiny tongue was constantly licking the glans. I held Yin Beibei's waist, thrusting my hips forward, using her flowing fluids to push my entire penis inside.

Seeing Yin Beibei's slightly furrowed brows, clearly showing that she hadn't had sex in a long time, I slowed down, cupping her buttocks tightly with my hands, gently squeezing my penis in. The friction against the vaginal walls was intense, sending waves of pleasure through me. After a dozen or so thrusts, Yin Beibei gradually relaxed her brows, closed her eyes, her face slightly flushed, looking incredibly alluring. Her body fragrance lingered in my nostrils, stimulating my penis to become even harder.

I slowly and carefully thrust in and out, thankfully there was plenty of nectar in Yin Beibei's vagina, making it very moist. The tight, slippery pleasure was something I had never experienced before, and unconsciously I gradually increased the force and speed. Yin Beibei raised her two jade-like legs, hooking them around my waist and back, making her tight and alluring little plump vagina even more prominent, welcoming my big penis. Her two jade-like arms tightly hugged my neck, and her delicate body kept twisting and turning.

Oh...so...so good...you...inserting...inserting...me...feels...so...comfortable...so...so...mmm...mmm...I kept thrusting like this, until Yin Beibei felt extremely comfortable, moaning and crying out in a very lewd way! I I thrust my huge cock deep into Yin Beibei's little pussy, all the way in, pressing against her clitoris. I rubbed it a few times, then pulled out sharply, grinding it against the entrance before plunging in again, hitting her clitoris repeatedly. Under the relentless assault of my cock, Yin Beibei's pussy was reaching its peak. Her clitoris, rubbed and tingled by the glans, was releasing waves of pleasure, overflowing from her vulva and soaking the sheets.

She cried out, "Oh...big cock...it feels so...so good...mmm...my big cock feels so good inside my warm, tight pussy! My lust is burning, I thrust and pump hard, each stroke penetrating her flesh, making her clitoris tremble wildly..." Her tender, tight vagina sucked and licked my glans, sending waves of pleasure through me! ...She forgot her shame, forgot our incestuous act, abandoning all restraint as she moaned wantonly...

I attacked with all my might, my large glans slamming into her clitoris with every thrust, penetrating deep inside her. She wrapped her arms and legs even tighter, her plump buttocks thrusting wildly to match my powerful thrusts. She was so comfortable that her eyes were glazed with desire, she felt like she was dying of pleasure, her soul adrift, drenched in sweat, panting heavily, her juices flowing freely. I could feel my beautiful mother-in-law beneath me being completely ravaged by my fucking, her vagina overflowing with slippery juices. My large penis thrust in and out relentlessly, each stroke pushing my glans deep into Yin Beibei's vagina, each entry and exit sending her to orgasm after orgasm.

"Mom... hurry... squeeze... twist... I'm going to... cum..." Hearing this, Yin Beibei knew I was about to climax, and frantically thrust her hips, her vagina gripping my penis tightly. "Ah... Mom... baby... I'm going to cum... I'm going to... cum..." I cried out as I thrust wildly. "Ah... ah... ah... cum in me, ah... so hard... so full..."

I forcefully lifted Yin Beibei's snow-white buttocks off the bed, thrusting my lower body forward a few times, pushing my glans deep into her cervix. My body trembled involuntarily, and then hot semen gushed from the tip of my penis, like a volcanic eruption, pouring all the scorching lava into the depths of Yin Beibei's uterus.

The intensely released, fiery heat surged through Yin Beibei's core, wave after wave. Never before had she experienced a man's large penis penetrating so deeply into her vagina, ejaculating. The excruciating pleasure sent her soaring into an even more intense climax.

Satisfied, Yin Beibei held me tightly, writhing her alluring, seductive buttocks. Her full, white body clung to me like an octopus, both of us trembling and panting, reaching a state of ecstasy together…

After a while, Yin Beibei's spirit returned. She lay limp in my arms, panting softly, her cheeks flushed, her slender fingers smoothing her disheveled hair, her beautiful, watery eyes gazing at me with captivating allure. Who would have thought that the woman in my arms was my former mother-in-law?

Since our sexual encounter, Yin Beibei had been incredibly kind to me, and we maintained a close relationship. We still managed to meet once a week. My relatives all think I'm very filial to Yin Beibei, but no one would suspect that we have a secret relationship.

This is a secret between Yin Beibei and me, and I will keep my promise to her and love her for the rest of my life. After all, someone as beautiful and elegant as Yin Beibei, who can drive you wild and make you feel like you're in heaven in bed, is truly unforgettable!

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