My heartfelt story with my mother-in-law

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I was 20 years old that year, just starting my job, and I started dating a girlfriend. I often went to her house, not only for meals but also to help with chores, and quickly became familiar with her parents. Her father was an engineer, frequently traveling for projects; I was actually more familiar with her mother. I often cooked, did laundry, and cleaned for her, and our relationship grew closer. Her mother was in her early forties, still very attractive, about 1.6 meters tall, and had a well-proportioned figure. I had seen photos of her when she was young; she was absolutely beautiful, and even in her forties, she was still radiant. Because I was deeply in love with my girlfriend at the time, and due to ethical considerations, I didn't have any other thoughts. But due to a chance encounter, everything still happened. That September, my girlfriend's brother's two-year-old child was hospitalized, which kept her family very busy, with everyone taking turns caring for the child at the hospital. After dinner, when I had nothing to do, I would usually go to the hospital to help. That day, my girlfriend's mother was taking care of her. I helped until 10 p.m. and was about to leave when she said, "Why don't you stay here tonight? If anything happens, you can help me out." Without thinking, I said, "Okay." Around 11 p.m., my girlfriend's mother lay down with the child. I sat on a stool beside the bed talking to her. After a while, she said, "You should lie down too, you've been tired all day." "No need, I can sit." "The night is still long, you can't sit all night." She moved over there, making room, and said, "Sleep over there." Seeing that, I couldn't refuse any longer, so I lay down. The bed was narrow, and lying like that, her feet were right next to my head. To save space and maintain maximum distance, we were both lying on our backs. A blanket covered us. There were two beds in the room. The other bed belonged to a child from the countryside, being cared for by his father. They were both asleep. The light in the room was still on; it was very quiet. My girlfriend's mother and I weren't sleepy at all, so we chatted casually. She said many caring things about me, which made me feel very warm and cared for. I was suddenly very touched and felt that only intimate physical contact could express this feeling, so I quietly placed my hand on her foot. It was late at night, and we continued to talk, feeling an intimate atmosphere spreading between us. My hand began to caress her foot. At this point, even the slightest movement of her foot would have startled me, and I would have stopped. But she didn't move. I don't know how to appreciate a woman's feet, nor do I know if her feet were sexy, but she was wearing stockings, and they felt very nice to the touch. During the caress, I occasionally squeezed her foot a little harder, but she still didn't react, continuing to talk to me as if nothing was wrong. I felt encouraged and moved my hand to her ankle, touching her skin. At first, I pretended to be casual, and when she didn't react, I began to stroke her ankle. Her skin was very delicate, and the skin on her ankle wasn't hot; it felt warm and smooth to the touch. Honestly, up until then, all I felt was familial affection; I didn't have many other thoughts. I don't know when, but my hand had already reached her calf. The early autumn weather wasn't cold, and she was only wearing a single pair of trousers, so my hand easily slipped inside her pant leg. As I stroked her calf, a strange feeling slowly began to stir within me; the warmth of her skin stirred something else within me. We continued chatting, and before we knew it, we were talking about an interesting topic. I said, "The people at my workplace are really funny; they call sunbathing 'sunbathing.' Sunlight is a kind of ray, so it's not only scientific but also very imaginative." She chuckled and said, "Silly child, what 'sunbathing'? It's sunbathing the musk deer, the musk deer of musk. People say that to insult you." I was a little confused, so I asked, "Then what does 'sunbathing the musk deer' mean?" She countered, "Do you know what a musk deer is?" "No." "A musk deer is an animal, also called a musk deer. Musk is the secretion of the musk deer." "Then how can it be an insult to me?" "Musk is the secretion of that part of the musk deer. Saying 'sunbathing the musk deer' actually means sunbathing that part." "Which part is that?" I was still completely baffled. She hesitated for a moment, then pretended to be annoyed and said, "Are you really stupid or what? It's that part." And she lightly kicked me with her foot. I suddenly understood, and dared not laugh, speechless for a moment. She was silent for a moment, then said, "You're still young, you don't know some people are cunning, their words are always veiled. If you don't understand, don't chime in." I mumbled a vague "hmm," unsure what to say. The atmosphere was a little awkward, but after a while, we changed the subject. This conversation suddenly aroused a strange impulse in me, and the hand stroking her calf gradually increased its pressure. Moreover, I clearly felt that her kick was an unmistakable hint. I mustered my courage, reached my hand over her knee, and touched her thigh. From that moment on, our conversation ended, and neither of us said another word. But she didn't move an inch, tacitly approving of all my actions. The trouser leg at her thigh felt a little tight, and my hand moved forward with difficulty, touching the inside of her thigh. The skin on her inner thigh was warm and soft, and as I stroked it, I felt waves of desire washing over me. It felt like a long time had passed before I decided to take another step forward and reach for her private parts. Then the trouble started. Because the pant legs were too narrow at the thighs, I struggled for a long time, and my fingers barely reached the top of her thighs. Just when I was at my wit's end, I casually raised my hand and felt a sense of emptiness. I deliberately raised my hand again and tried, and surprisingly, I couldn't feel the restriction of the pants. I suddenly realized: she had unzipped her pants herself! Overjoyed, I quickly pulled my hand out of her pant legs, shifted my body downwards, and reached directly to her lower abdomen, pulling her panties down a little, touching her mons pubis. Her mons pubis wasn't very full, but I could feel that her pubic hair was very thick. I stroked it, and that furry feeling made me dizzy. By this time, my penis was already erect, making a small tent in my pants. I pulled her panties down a little more, and she actually lifted her buttocks, pulling her pants and panties down below her crotch herself. I reached down and touched her vulva. Her vulva was already wet and soaking wet. At that time, I didn't know anything about the clitoris, so I was just groping around her labia. It was wet, and I couldn't distinguish between the labia majora and minora. My hands were just randomly touching and probing in that swamp. I was both nervous and excited, constantly swallowing, but my hands never stopped. I parted her labia and inserted my middle finger into her vagina, all the way to the deepest point, and started digging inside. Her vagina was somewhat loose, and with all the wetness, digging felt like digging into a warm mud pit. I could even feel the layers of folds on her vaginal walls. With each dig, her body tensed, and her genitals jerked upwards. Slowly, her breathing became heavy. My penis was hard as an iron rod, throbbing uncomfortably. Suddenly, she grabbed my hand, trying to pull my finger out of her vagina. I held on for a moment, and she let go. She seemed a little frantic, one hand groping haphazardly on my leg, accidentally touching my erection, hesitating for a moment, and then withdrawing it. I continued digging, and suddenly, she tensed up, held her breath, and clamped her legs tightly around my hand. Her vagina contracted rhythmically, and a gush of warm liquid flowed out. After several seconds, she exhaled a long breath, and her tense body relaxed. I didn't know what to do next, so I continued digging. Then, I felt her pulling on my pants. I didn't react until she pulled again forcefully, and I realized she wanted me to come over. I quickly crawled over and lay down next to her. She turned to face me. Neither of us spoke; we naturally embraced and began kissing passionately. I went completely mad, pulling my hard penis out of the front opening of my pants and thrusting it wildly into her vagina. Because of the side-lying position, I couldn't get in after a while. She considerately held my penis with her hand, guiding me inside, and raised her vagina to welcome me. Because of the long foreplay, I was extremely excited, and as soon as I entered, I began to thrust wildly. Afraid of waking the person in the other bed, we didn't dare make a sound, even our breathing was very soft. She asked me twice, panting, "Have you come yet?" I vaguely understood she was asking if I had climaxed, so I whispered, "Almost." I thrust in and out faster and faster, and she moved in response. Not long after, I reached the edge of collapse, my penis throbbing, and streams of semen shot into her vagina. I paused briefly, afraid of being discovered by the person in the other bed, and before my penis had even softened, I pulled out and hurriedly crawled to the other end to lie down. Things had probably gone beyond our expectations, so neither of us spoke anymore. I held her legs, and we lay there like that.I don't know when she finally fell asleep. I got up early the next day and left; she was still asleep. I went to the hospital again in the afternoon and saw her. She seemed fine, and I felt relieved. After that, I still visited my girlfriend's house frequently. One Sunday in October, around three or four in the afternoon, I went to my girlfriend's house again. Only her mother was home; my girlfriend had gone out with her classmates, and her father was away on a business trip. Her mother was wearing long underwear and doing needlework on the bed. I sat on the edge of the bed and talked to her. After chatting for a while, she asked softly, "Did it hurt that night?" I was surprised by her question, but I answered, "No, it didn't hurt." She smiled mysteriously. I still don't understand what that meant. After a while, she suddenly looked at me and said, "You have gray hair now." I touched my head and said, "Really? Is this what people call premature graying?" She said, "Come on, let me pluck it for you." I lay down on the edge of the bed, rested my head on her lap, and she started searching my head. She searched diligently for a long time, seemingly without finding any white hairs. "Do you like Mommy?" she suddenly asked. "Yes. I do." "Really?" "Really." Her hand caressed my head even more gently. She was sitting cross-legged, my head resting on her, my face almost touching her lower abdomen. A warm, slightly arousing scent rose from her crotch, teasing me uncontrollably. I slipped my hand inside her clothes, touching her breasts, and discovered she wasn't wearing a bra. On a whim, I lifted her clothes, and her breasts sprang out. Her breasts weren't large, and slightly sagging, but they were still full when grasped. The nipples were dark, and after I touched them, they were already erect. I played with her nipples with my fingers, then put them in my mouth and teased them with my tongue, while simultaneously slipping my hand inside her panties. Her genitals were already wet again. I rubbed her labia with my palm, then inserted my middle finger into her vagina and started digging. After a while, she whispered, "Come on, give me a little." I said, "It's during the day, I'm scared, aren't I?" She fell silent. I continued digging. After a while, she whispered again, "Come on, give me a little, it's okay, it'll be quick." Her voice seemed to tremble slightly. I couldn't refuse anymore, so I nodded. She quickly got off the bed, stood against the edge, and pulled her underwear and long johns down to her crotch. I pulled out my erect penis from the opening in my pants, and she grabbed it, guiding me inside. Afraid of being seen, and wanting to finish quickly, I thrust hard, and she held me tightly, matching my movements. "Are you coming yet?" she asked breathlessly. I didn't answer, just thrust faster and harder. After a while, I felt the climax coming, and spurts of semen gushed out, shooting into her body, my penis throbbing inside her vagina for a good ten times. We stood there embracing for a while, but I didn't dare pull out before my penis softened. She held my penis, ran her hand through it, and wiped away the vaginal fluid and residual semen from the glans. We quickly cleaned up, and then she sat back on the bed. I continued to sit by her side, talking about this and that, I don't even know what we were saying. One day in early December, a Sunday, I had lunch at my girlfriend's house. I had a cold at the time, and we had planned to go see a newly released movie together that evening, but my cold got worse in the afternoon, and I developed a fever, so I lay down on my girlfriend's bed. By the afternoon, I still wasn't better, and I didn't eat dinner. After dinner, my girlfriend's mother made me a bowl of ginger soup, which made me sweat a lot and feel much better, but my head was still dizzy, and I was too lazy to move, so I continued to lie down. My girlfriend's mother then said to my girlfriend and her father, "Why don't you go see the movie? I'll stay home and take care of him." My girlfriend reluctantly took her father's arm and left. My girlfriend's mother clattered as she washed the dishes, then came over and sat by the bed. She asked if I wanted anything else to eat, offering to make it for me, but I said I didn't. She placed her hand on my forehead, checked it, and said my temperature seemed to have gone down. Then she stroked my face, saying many caring and tender things. People are very vulnerable when they're sick, and I was deeply moved; I remember my eyes welling up with tears. She probably sensed my emotional shift, leaning down to gently kiss me. I suddenly hugged her and kissed her passionately. She sucked my tongue into her mouth, licking it, occasionally biting it lightly. Our tongues intertwined, smearing each other's faces with saliva. I slipped my hands inside her clothes, caressing and kneading her breasts, pinching and playing with her nipples with my fingers. Gradually, she began to breathe heavily. I then slipped my hands inside her panties, rubbing her already wet vulva, probing her dripping vagina. To make it easier for me to explore, she unzipped her pants herself. Then she reached under the covers and stroked my already hard penis through my pants. I unzipped my pants and pulled them down to my crotch, letting my penis pop out. She grasped my penis, gently squeezed it, and began to stroke it up and down. At this moment, I pulled her slightly. She immediately understood what I meant, took off her shoes, lay down on the bed, and pulled down one pant leg, spreading her legs wide open, her genitals fully exposed to me. Underneath a dark, wet patch of pubic hair, two dark red labia, with a small pink opening in the middle, glistening with moisture. I didn't bother to look closely, just touched it a few times with my hand, then rolled over and inserted my penis. She said shyly, "You're so hot today." I said, "Maybe it's because of a fever." I asked her again, "Do you like it?" She nodded and said, "Yes." This greatly aroused me, and I couldn't wait to start thrusting. But she pressed her hands hard against my buttocks, making circular motions like pushing a millstone. Following her instructions, our pubic bones pressed tightly together, grinding forcefully. The force was so great that my pubic bone throbbed slightly. Later I learned that this action effectively stimulated a woman's clitoris. We kissed passionately while grinding like this. Of course, my hands weren't idle either, kneading her breasts and nipples. Her breathing became more and more rapid and heavy. Suddenly, her hands moved to my back, hugging me tightly, her vulva rising high, her body stiffening, her vagina throbbing. A few seconds later, her buttocks suddenly fell, and at the same time, she let out a heavy, long sigh, her body collapsing as if it had fallen apart. I didn't dare to slack off and continued the grinding motion. After a while, she began to rhythmically thrust her vulva, and I began to thrust in and out, following her momentum. She used both hands to hold my hips, pulling and pushing to help me exert force. Perhaps because of her cold and fever, I didn't feel like ejaculating even after thrusting for a long time, but she stiffened again. After a while, she asked softly, panting, "Has it come yet?" I said, "Not yet." She then increased the intensity of her thrusting. I put my hands under her buttocks, and she lifted her buttocks up, so each thrust went all the way in. After a while, I started to feel something, but still didn't seem to be about to ejaculate. I was getting anxious, and to create an atmosphere and stimulate my nerves, I suddenly whispered in her ear, "I'll fuck you." "Go ahead and fuck me, I'll let you fuck me." "I'll fuck your cunt." "Go ahead and fuck me, my cunt is yours to fuck, fuck my cunt raw." This kind of conversation made my blood boil, and I started thrusting quickly and hard. Finally, the moment came, my penis throbbed, and streams of semen shot deep into her vagina. We were both exhausted, and we hugged each other to rest for a while before I got off her. That night, I slept in my girlfriend's bed; she slept with her mother, and her father slept with me. The following spring, I went to the provincial capital for further studies. I returned six months later, and by autumn, I had married my girlfriend. Her mother became my mother-in-law. It seemed there was an unspoken understanding between us; our story…I rested my head on her arm, my face almost touching her lower abdomen. A warm, slightly pungent breath rose from her crotch, arousing me to the point of losing control. I slipped my hand inside her clothes and touched her breasts, discovering she wasn't wearing a bra. On a whim, I lifted her clothes, and her breasts sprang out. They weren't large, and slightly sagging, but still full enough to be grasped. Her nipples were dark, and after I touched them, they were already erect. I played with her nipples with my fingers, then put them in my mouth and teased them with my tongue, while simultaneously slipping my hand inside her panties. Her vulva was already soaking wet. I rubbed my palm against her labia, then inserted my middle finger into her vagina and began to probe. After a while, she whispered, "Just a little bit." I said, "It's daytime, you're too scared, aren't you?" She fell silent. I continued probing. After a while, she whispered again, "Just a little bit, it's okay, it'll be quick." Her voice seemed to tremble slightly. I couldn't refuse any longer, so I nodded. She quickly got out of bed, stood against the edge, and pulled her underwear and long johns down to her crotch. I pulled out my erect penis from the opening in my pants, and she grabbed it, guiding me inside. Afraid of being seen and wanting to finish quickly, I thrust hard, and she held me tightly, matching my movements. "Have you come yet?" she asked breathlessly. I didn't answer, just thrust faster and harder. A short while later, I felt my orgasm approaching, and spurts of semen gushed out, shooting into her body. My penis throbbed inside her vagina for about ten times. We stood there embracing for a while, but didn't dare pull out before it softened. She held my penis, ran her hand through it, and wiped away the vaginal fluid and remaining semen from the glans. We quickly cleaned up, and then she sat back down on the bed. I continued to sit by her bedside, talking to her about this and that, though I don't really know what we were saying. It was a Sunday in early December, and I had lunch at my girlfriend's house. I had a cold at the time, and we had planned to go see a newly released movie that evening, but my cold worsened in the afternoon, and I developed a fever, so I lay down on her bed. By the afternoon, I still wasn't feeling better, and I hadn't eaten dinner. After dinner, my girlfriend's mother made me a bowl of ginger soup, which made me sweat and feel much better, but my head was still spinning, and I was too lazy to move, so I continued to lie down. My girlfriend's mother then said to my girlfriend and her father, "Why don't you go see the movie? I'll stay home and take care of him." My girlfriend reluctantly left with her father. My girlfriend's mother clattered over the dishes, came back and sat by the bed, asking if I wanted anything else to eat, offering to make me something. I said I didn't want anything. She put her hand on my forehead, checked it, and said the fever seemed to have gone down. Then she stroked my face, saying many caring and considerate things. People are emotionally vulnerable when they're sick, and I was deeply moved; I remember my eyes welling up with tears. She probably sensed my emotional shift, leaned down and gently kissed me. I suddenly embraced her and kissed her passionately. She sucked my tongue into her mouth, nibbling at it occasionally. Our tongues intertwined, smearing each other's faces with saliva. I slipped my hands inside her clothes, caressing and kneading her breasts, pinching and playing with her nipples with my fingers. Gradually, she began to breathe heavily. I then slipped my hands inside her panties, rubbing her already wet vulva, probing her dripping vagina. To make it easier for me to caress her, she unzipped her pants. Then she also slipped her hands under the covers, stroking my already erect penis through my pants. I unzipped my own pants, pulling them down to my crotch, letting my penis spring out. She grasped my penis, gently squeezed it, and began to stroke it up and down. At that moment, I pulled her slightly. She immediately understood what I meant, took off her shoes, lay down on the bed, and pulled down one pant leg, spreading her legs wide, her genitals fully exposed to me. Beneath a dark, wet patch of pubic hair, I saw two dark red labia, with a small pink opening in the middle, glistening with moisture. I didn't bother to look closely, just scratched at them with my hand, then rolled over and thrust my penis inside. She said, half-shyly, "You're so hot today." I said, "Maybe it's because of a fever." I asked her again, "Do you like it?" She nodded and said, "Yes." This greatly aroused me, and I couldn't wait to start thrusting. She pressed her hand firmly against my buttocks, making circular motions like a millstone. Following her guidance, our pubic bones pressed tightly together, grinding forcefully. The force was so great that my pubic bone ached slightly. Later I learned that this action effectively stimulated a woman's clitoris. We kissed passionately while grinding like this. Of course, my hands weren't idle either, kneading her breasts and nipples. Her breathing became more and more rapid and heavy. Suddenly, her hands moved to my back, hugging me tightly, her vulva rising high, her body stiffening, her vagina throbbing. A few seconds later, her buttocks suddenly dropped, and she let out a heavy, long sigh, her body collapsing as if it had fallen apart. I didn't dare to delay, continuing my grinding motion. After a while, she began to rhythmically thrust her vulva, and I began to thrust in and out, following her momentum. She used both hands to hold my hips, pulling and pushing to help me exert force. Perhaps because of her cold and fever, I didn't feel like ejaculating even after thrusting for a long time, but she stiffened again. After a while, she asked softly, panting, "Have you come yet?" I said, "Not yet." She then increased the force of her thrusting. I put my hands under her buttocks, and she lifted her buttocks up, so that each thrust went all the way in. After a while, I started to feel something, but I still didn't feel like ejaculating. I was getting anxious, and to create an atmosphere and stimulate my nerves, I suddenly whispered in her ear, "I'll fuck you." "Go ahead and fuck me, I'll let you fuck me." "I'll fuck your cunt." "Go ahead and fuck me, my cunt is yours to fuck, fuck my cunt raw." This kind of conversation made my blood boil, and I started thrusting quickly and hard. Finally, that moment came, my penis throbbed, and streams of semen shot deep into her vagina. We were both exhausted, and we hugged each other to rest for a while before I got off her. That night, I slept in my girlfriend's bed; she slept with her mother, and her father slept with me. The following spring, I went to the provincial capital for further studies, returned six months later, and married my girlfriend in the fall. My girlfriend's mother became my official mother-in-law; it seemed there was an unspoken understanding between us, our story…I rested my head on her arm, my face almost touching her lower abdomen. A warm, slightly pungent breath rose from her crotch, arousing me to the point of losing control. I slipped my hand inside her clothes and touched her breasts, discovering she wasn't wearing a bra. On a whim, I lifted her clothes, and her breasts sprang out. They weren't large, and slightly sagging, but still full enough to be grasped. Her nipples were dark, and after I touched them, they were already erect. I played with her nipples with my fingers, then put them in my mouth and teased them with my tongue, while simultaneously slipping my hand inside her panties. Her vulva was already soaking wet. I rubbed my palm against her labia, then inserted my middle finger into her vagina and began to probe. After a while, she whispered, "Just a little bit." I said, "It's daytime, you're too scared, aren't you?" She fell silent. I continued probing. After a while, she whispered again, "Just a little bit, it's okay, it'll be quick." Her voice seemed to tremble slightly. I couldn't refuse any longer, so I nodded. She quickly got out of bed, stood against the edge, and pulled her underwear and long johns down to her crotch. I pulled out my erect penis from the opening in my pants, and she grabbed it, guiding me inside. Afraid of being seen and wanting to finish quickly, I thrust hard, and she held me tightly, matching my movements. "Have you come yet?" she asked breathlessly. I didn't answer, just thrust faster and harder. A short while later, I felt my orgasm approaching, and spurts of semen gushed out, shooting into her body. My penis throbbed inside her vagina for about ten times. We stood there embracing for a while, but didn't dare pull out before it softened. She held my penis, ran her hand through it, and wiped away the vaginal fluid and remaining semen from the glans. We quickly cleaned up, and then she sat back down on the bed. I continued to sit by her bedside, talking to her about this and that, though I don't really know what we were saying. It was a Sunday in early December, and I had lunch at my girlfriend's house. I had a cold at the time, and we had planned to go see a newly released movie that evening, but my cold worsened in the afternoon, and I developed a fever, so I lay down on her bed. By the afternoon, I still wasn't feeling better, and I hadn't eaten dinner. After dinner, my girlfriend's mother made me a bowl of ginger soup, which made me sweat and feel much better, but my head was still spinning, and I was too lazy to move, so I continued to lie down. My girlfriend's mother then said to my girlfriend and her father, "Why don't you go see the movie? I'll stay home and take care of him." My girlfriend reluctantly left with her father. My girlfriend's mother clattered over the dishes, came back and sat by the bed, asking if I wanted anything else to eat, offering to make me something. I said I didn't want anything. She put her hand on my forehead, checked it, and said the fever seemed to have gone down. Then she stroked my face, saying many caring and considerate things. People are emotionally vulnerable when they're sick, and I was deeply moved; I remember my eyes welling up with tears. She probably sensed my emotional shift, leaned down and gently kissed me. I suddenly embraced her and kissed her passionately. She sucked my tongue into her mouth, nibbling at it occasionally. Our tongues intertwined, smearing each other's faces with saliva. I slipped my hands inside her clothes, caressing and kneading her breasts, pinching and playing with her nipples with my fingers. Gradually, she began to breathe heavily. I then slipped my hands inside her panties, rubbing her already wet vulva, probing her dripping vagina. To make it easier for me to caress her, she unzipped her pants. Then she also slipped her hands under the covers, stroking my already erect penis through my pants. I unzipped my own pants, pulling them down to my crotch, letting my penis spring out. She grasped my penis, gently squeezed it, and began to stroke it up and down. At that moment, I pulled her slightly. She immediately understood what I meant, took off her shoes, lay down on the bed, and pulled down one pant leg, spreading her legs wide, her genitals fully exposed to me. Beneath a dark, wet patch of pubic hair, I saw two dark red labia, with a small pink opening in the middle, glistening with moisture. I didn't bother to look closely, just scratched at them with my hand, then rolled over and thrust my penis inside. She said, half-shyly, "You're so hot today." I said, "Maybe it's because of a fever." I asked her again, "Do you like it?" She nodded and said, "Yes." This greatly aroused me, and I couldn't wait to start thrusting. She pressed her hand firmly against my buttocks, making circular motions like a millstone. Following her guidance, our pubic bones pressed tightly together, grinding forcefully. The force was so great that my pubic bone ached slightly. Later I learned that this action effectively stimulated a woman's clitoris. We kissed passionately while grinding like this. Of course, my hands weren't idle either, kneading her breasts and nipples. Her breathing became more and more rapid and heavy. Suddenly, her hands moved to my back, hugging me tightly, her vulva rising high, her body stiffening, her vagina throbbing. A few seconds later, her buttocks suddenly dropped, and she let out a heavy, long sigh, her body collapsing as if it had fallen apart. I didn't dare to delay, continuing my grinding motion. After a while, she began to rhythmically thrust her vulva, and I began to thrust in and out, following her momentum. She used both hands to hold my hips, pulling and pushing to help me exert force. Perhaps because of her cold and fever, I didn't feel like ejaculating even after thrusting for a long time, but she stiffened again. After a while, she asked softly, panting, "Have you come yet?" I said, "Not yet." She then increased the force of her thrusting. I put my hands under her buttocks, and she lifted her buttocks up, so that each thrust went all the way in. After a while, I started to feel something, but I still didn't feel like ejaculating. I was getting anxious, and to create an atmosphere and stimulate my nerves, I suddenly whispered in her ear, "I'll fuck you." "Go ahead and fuck me, I'll let you fuck me." "I'll fuck your cunt." "Go ahead and fuck me, my cunt is yours to fuck, fuck my cunt raw." This kind of conversation made my blood boil, and I started thrusting quickly and hard. Finally, that moment came, my penis throbbed, and streams of semen shot deep into her vagina. We were both exhausted, and we hugged each other to rest for a while before I got off her. That night, I slept in my girlfriend's bed; she slept with her mother, and her father slept with me. The following spring, I went to the provincial capital for further studies, returned six months later, and married my girlfriend in the fall. My girlfriend's mother became my official mother-in-law; it seemed there was an unspoken understanding between us, our story…I left arm in arm with her father. My girlfriend's mother, after washing the dishes with a clanging sound, came over and sat by the bed, asking if I wanted anything else to eat, offering to make it for me. I said I didn't want anything. She placed her hand on my forehead, checked it, and said the fever seemed to have gone down. Then she stroked my face, saying many caring and tender things. People are very vulnerable when they're sick, and I was deeply moved; I remember my eyes welling up with tears. She probably sensed my emotional change, leaning down to gently kiss me. I suddenly hugged her and kissed her passionately. She sucked my tongue into her mouth, licking it, occasionally biting it lightly. Our tongues intertwined, smearing each other's faces with saliva. I slipped my hands inside her clothes, caressing and kneading her breasts, pinching and playing with her nipples with my fingers. Gradually, she began to breathe heavily. I then slipped my hands inside her panties, rubbing her already wet vulva, probing her dripping vagina. To make it easier for me to explore, she unzipped her pants herself. Then she reached under the covers and stroked my already hard penis through my pants. I unzipped my pants and pulled them down to my crotch, letting my penis pop out. She grasped my penis, gently squeezed it, and began to stroke it up and down. At this moment, I pulled her slightly. She immediately understood what I meant, took off her shoes, lay down on the bed, and pulled down one pant leg, spreading her legs wide open, her genitals fully exposed to me. Underneath a dark, wet patch of pubic hair, two dark red labia, with a small pink opening in the middle, glistening with moisture. I didn't bother to look closely, just touched it a few times with my hand, then rolled over and inserted my penis. She said shyly, "You're so hot today." I said, "Maybe it's because of a fever." I asked her again, "Do you like it?" She nodded and said, "Yes." This greatly aroused me, and I couldn't wait to start thrusting. But she pressed her hands hard against my buttocks, making circular motions like pushing a millstone. Following her instructions, our pubic bones pressed tightly together, grinding forcefully. The force was so great that my pubic bone throbbed slightly. Later I learned that this action effectively stimulated a woman's clitoris. We kissed passionately while grinding like this. Of course, my hands weren't idle either, kneading her breasts and nipples. Her breathing became more and more rapid and heavy. Suddenly, her hands moved to my back, hugging me tightly, her vulva rising high, her body stiffening, her vagina throbbing. A few seconds later, her buttocks suddenly fell, and at the same time, she let out a heavy, long sigh, her body collapsing as if it had fallen apart. I didn't dare to slack off and continued the grinding motion. After a while, she began to rhythmically thrust her vulva, and I began to thrust in and out, following her momentum. She used both hands to hold my hips, pulling and pushing to help me exert force. Perhaps because of her cold and fever, I didn't feel like ejaculating even after thrusting for a long time, but she stiffened again. After a while, she asked softly, panting, "Has it come yet?" I said, "Not yet." She then increased the intensity of her thrusting. I put my hands under her buttocks, and she lifted her buttocks up, so each thrust went all the way in. After a while, I started to feel something, but still didn't seem to be about to ejaculate. I was getting anxious, and to create an atmosphere and stimulate my nerves, I suddenly whispered in her ear, "I'll fuck you." "Go ahead and fuck me, I'll let you fuck me." "I'll fuck your cunt." "Go ahead and fuck me, my cunt is yours to fuck, fuck my cunt raw." This kind of conversation made my blood boil, and I started thrusting quickly and hard. Finally, the moment came, my penis throbbed, and streams of semen shot deep into her vagina. We were both exhausted, and we hugged each other to rest for a while before I got off her. That night, I slept in my girlfriend's bed; she slept with her mother, and her father slept with me. The following spring, I went to the provincial capital for further studies. I returned six months later, and by autumn, I had married my girlfriend. Her mother became my mother-in-law. It seemed there was an unspoken understanding between us; our story…I left arm in arm with her father. My girlfriend's mother, after washing the dishes with a clanging sound, came over and sat by the bed, asking if I wanted anything else to eat, offering to make it for me. I said I didn't want anything. She placed her hand on my forehead, checked it, and said the fever seemed to have gone down. Then she stroked my face, saying many caring and tender things. People are very vulnerable when they're sick, and I was deeply moved; I remember my eyes welling up with tears. She probably sensed my emotional change, leaning down to gently kiss me. I suddenly hugged her and kissed her passionately. She sucked my tongue into her mouth, licking it, occasionally biting it lightly. Our tongues intertwined, smearing each other's faces with saliva. I slipped my hands inside her clothes, caressing and kneading her breasts, pinching and playing with her nipples with my fingers. Gradually, she began to breathe heavily. I then slipped my hands inside her panties, rubbing her already wet vulva, probing her dripping vagina. To make it easier for me to explore, she unzipped her pants herself. Then she reached under the covers and stroked my already hard penis through my pants. I unzipped my pants and pulled them down to my crotch, letting my penis pop out. She grasped my penis, gently squeezed it, and began to stroke it up and down. At this moment, I pulled her slightly. She immediately understood what I meant, took off her shoes, lay down on the bed, and pulled down one pant leg, spreading her legs wide open, her genitals fully exposed to me. Underneath a dark, wet patch of pubic hair, two dark red labia, with a small pink opening in the middle, glistening with moisture. I didn't bother to look closely, just touched it a few times with my hand, then rolled over and inserted my penis. She said shyly, "You're so hot today." I said, "Maybe it's because of a fever." I asked her again, "Do you like it?" She nodded and said, "Yes." This greatly aroused me, and I couldn't wait to start thrusting. But she pressed her hands hard against my buttocks, making circular motions like pushing a millstone. Following her instructions, our pubic bones pressed tightly together, grinding forcefully. The force was so great that my pubic bone throbbed slightly. Later I learned that this action effectively stimulated a woman's clitoris. We kissed passionately while grinding like this. Of course, my hands weren't idle either, kneading her breasts and nipples. Her breathing became more and more rapid and heavy. Suddenly, her hands moved to my back, hugging me tightly, her vulva rising high, her body stiffening, her vagina throbbing. A few seconds later, her buttocks suddenly fell, and at the same time, she let out a heavy, long sigh, her body collapsing as if it had fallen apart. I didn't dare to slack off and continued the grinding motion. After a while, she began to rhythmically thrust her vulva, and I began to thrust in and out, following her momentum. She used both hands to hold my hips, pulling and pushing to help me exert force. Perhaps because of her cold and fever, I didn't feel like ejaculating even after thrusting for a long time, but she stiffened again. After a while, she asked softly, panting, "Has it come yet?" I said, "Not yet." She then increased the intensity of her thrusting. I put my hands under her buttocks, and she lifted her buttocks up, so each thrust went all the way in. After a while, I started to feel something, but still didn't seem to be about to ejaculate. I was getting anxious, and to create an atmosphere and stimulate my nerves, I suddenly whispered in her ear, "I'll fuck you." "Go ahead and fuck me, I'll let you fuck me." "I'll fuck your cunt." "Go ahead and fuck me, my cunt is yours to fuck, fuck my cunt raw." This kind of conversation made my blood boil, and I started thrusting quickly and hard. Finally, the moment came, my penis throbbed, and streams of semen shot deep into her vagina. We were both exhausted, and we hugged each other to rest for a while before I got off her. That night, I slept in my girlfriend's bed; she slept with her mother, and her father slept with me. The following spring, I went to the provincial capital for further studies. I returned six months later, and by autumn, I had married my girlfriend. Her mother became my mother-in-law. It seemed there was an unspoken understanding between us; our story…

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