Old Ox and Daughter-in-Law

Old Niu has an enviable family. His wife is hardworking and virtuous, and his son, Xiao Niu, is handsome and filial. Two years ago, he married a beautiful and lovely woman named Xu Lili. I've always enjoyed sports, so I'm physically strong—most young men aren't as fit as me. However, I have one thing that bothers me a lot: sex. After my wife went through menopause at forty-nine, she became sexually frigid and wouldn't let me touch her. We even have to sleep separately; she sleeps in the main room, and I sleep in the smaller one. Poor me, with my extremely strong sex drive, I have to masturbate like I did when I was a child. I'm fifty years old now, and masturbating in front of my wife is truly shameful.
My son, Xiao Niu, works for a car company, hauling materials for construction sites, but he doesn't earn much. He saw the potential in long-distance freight transport—it's hard work, but the pay is higher—so he switched jobs to a long-distance trucking team, only able to come home four or five times a year. When my son switched jobs, our whole family objected. Who wouldn't want to be with their family every day? But my son has always been a stubborn mule; once he's made up his mind, no one can change it, so we had to let him go. Later, when he left a lot of money at home, the whole family stopped saying anything.
There were three reasons why the family disagreed with my son's long-distance driving. My wife was the most reluctant to let him leave, after all, he had never been away from us since he was a child, and she was afraid he would suffer if he went out. My daughter-in-law, Lili, was afraid that long-distance driving was dangerous, like a car accident or being robbed, and since my son was so stubborn, he would be at a disadvantage if he got into a fight. My worries were multifaceted, stemming from my wife's concerns and my daughter-in-law's concerns, but what worried me most was my daughter-in-law, Lili. She was so beautiful; if she couldn't resist loneliness and fell in love with someone else, then our family line wouldn't be so pure.
A year passed in the blink of an eye, and my son was fine. Every time he came home, he was beaming, bringing back many things. He divided them into three parts at my house: one part for my wife and me, one part for his parents-in-law, and the last part for himself, for the young couple to enjoy at home. As time went on, my family got used to my son's busy schedule and stopped missing him so much.
After he left, I continued my daily exercise routine, doing things like boxing and leg kicks. I'm a bit lewd; while exercising, I enjoy watching young girls, young wives, and mature women, then fantasizing about them in bed at night. Many times, I berated myself for being so shameless. But my sexual desires are always strong, and I can't resist the allure of their slender bodies, long legs, and plump buttocks. Every night, I have to masturbate to my heart's content. Once
, I saw a news report that excited me greatly. It was about an old man who pretended to be a young man on QQ, gaining the trust of a young girl, and then having a one-night stand in person. The girl, feeling cheated, didn't want to report it, fearing for her reputation. But the old man clung to her, threatening to expose the affair if she didn't sleep with him. A year later, the girl, unable to bear it any longer, committed suicide by jumping off a building. The police solved the case from the suicide note, and the old man was brought to justice.
I thought, what a stupid old man! He slept with a young girl and she didn't even report it—what a huge advantage he got! And then he kept pestering her; he was shameless. If it were me, I would have had my fill that night, and then we'd go our separate ways. The girl didn't report it, how great! That night, I adapted this story from the news report and masturbated, and surprisingly, I ejaculated more intensely than usual.
Suddenly, I realized I should have a QQ account too. If I had QQ, wouldn't I be able to be like that old man? Thinking of this, I got up and went to the computer. This computer in my house belonged to my son; after he got married and moved into our new house, he didn't need it anymore, and it's been sitting in my bedroom ever since. Unfortunately, I've never used it before; I don't even know how to turn it on. I regret not learning from my son. If I had, could I have chatted online, tricked a girl into going to a hotel, and saved myself from masturbating at home every day? So, the idea of learning to use a computer and chat online slowly took shape in my mind. I must learn to use a computer. To be honest, computers are easy for young people to learn, but for someone my age (fifty years old), it's a bit difficult. First, I had to convince my wife that I wanted to learn to use a computer to write articles. She's easily fooled and readily agreed. Next was finding someone to teach me. My son is often away from home and can't teach me, and my daughter-in-law only comes over for meals and leaves immediately. I really didn't want her to teach me, because it was a secret I didn't want her to know.
Luckily, there was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy next door. Since our families are very friendly, I secretly asked him to teach me. Then I found out that the computer hadn't been paid for several years and couldn't connect to the internet. But that didn't stop me. I went to the telecom company with the boy to get it fixed, and two days later I had internet access. I'm always quick-witted and learn almost instantly, and I'm quite good at playing games. I knew that chatting online required learning to type, and the boy told me that chatting on QQ was the best way to practice typing, so he registered a QQ account for me. Wasn't that exactly what I needed? I was secretly delighted. So, I learned how to post photos on my QQ space and how to write articles.
At first, I wrote my real age, but later, after learning how to change it, I secretly changed it to thirty. Next, I started practicing typing diligently. In less than a month, my typing skills improved significantly. Although I couldn't touch type like a young person, my speed was quite fast. However, to my disappointment, most of my online friends were just casual chats; none of them seemed interested in one-night stands. I was very disappointed. I suddenly realized that my QQ had a fatal flaw: although I had changed my age, my username was still "Old Rascal." I thought that was why I wasn't getting any one-night stands. I immediately decided to change this tacky name. But choosing a new name was a real struggle. "Handsome Young Man" was no good! "Pretty Man" was too tacky! "Hardworking Person" was a bit cheap! "Romantic Man" was too damn explicit… After thinking for a long time, I still couldn't come up with a good name. It was really frustrating. Then I thought, most women who need one-night stands are emotionally distressed and need comfort. So, I decided to call myself "Understanding," haha, what a great name! So, I removed "Old Rascal" from my QQ profile and filled in "Understanding." And wouldn't you know it, a woman added me that very night. Her name was "Lonely Flower," what a lovely name! I imagined she must be very beautiful. We chatted very well. I learned she was twenty-four, married, and had a one-year-old son. Her husband had been sentenced to five years in prison for seriously injuring someone in a fight, and now she was alone at home taking care of her child, with no one to keep her company, hence the name "Lonely Flower." I was incredibly excited. Wasn't this exactly the kind of woman I was looking for? I couldn't let this opportunity slip away. So, I started using my specialty—comforting words. To my surprise, she was genuinely touched, grateful for my comfort, and praised me for being truly understanding.
She asked me what I did for a living, and I started lying. I said I was thirty, my wife was often away on business trips, we could only see each other four or five times a year, and I was lonely, but I was very understanding and supportive of her work. I knew I was lying, but I kept thinking she might be lying too. Regardless, I was convinced she was young, and youth was an asset. Wasn't I looking for a young woman to play with? So I didn't care if she was lying or not. We chatted for half a month, having a great time, feeling like we'd known each other forever. Our conversations went from cautious to completely open. She brought up sex first, asking how I dealt with it when my wife wasn't home. I told her the truth: with my hand. She typed several "haha"s on QQ. I asked her how she dealt with it. She didn't answer, so I didn't press her. Since we were talking about sex, a one-night stand wasn't far off, and I was secretly delighted. For the next few days, we talked almost exclusively about sex. She told me she wanted to find someone to satisfy her, but she loved her husband very much and asked me what to do. I used my expertise to advise her, telling her that finding a man to solve her problems was appropriate and wouldn't affect her family. Then, I jokingly asked if she needed my help. She typed several "pfft"s on QQ. From then on, our conversations about sex became more in-depth. Finally, one day, she wanted to video chat to see what I looked like. I panicked. Wouldn't seeing a video give me away? Although I look younger than my age, like I'm forty when I'm fifty, I had lied and said I was only thirty. Besides, I didn't have a video camera and hadn't learned how to use it. So, I lied and said my video camera was broken. Surprisingly, she actually believed me; women these days are so easy to fool. She asked if I had any photos. I said yes, and I sent her a picture of a comrade from my younger days. Even though it was black and white, my comrade was very handsome back then. She immediately replied that I was handsome, and seemed quite satisfied. I asked for her photo, but at first she was reluctant to give it to me. I said everything should be fair; you've seen me, so why won't you let me see you? Only then did she send me a photo. When I saw her, she was a very young and beautiful girl, standing under a willow tree by the lake in the park, with a very attractive figure. Wow, I'd fucking die for a one-night stand with a woman like that. It was like dating; it was love at first sight. After seeing each other's photos, our feelings deepened, and our conversations became more explicit. Many times, she would ask me with a smile, "Have you taken care of things tonight?" I would say, "Not yet, waiting for you to take care of things." Then we would both laugh; she always used "hehe" instead of laughter, while I always used "haha" to express my delight. Sometimes, I would ask her if she had taken care of things. She would say, "Waiting for me to take care of things." I would say, "I'll go help you take care of things right now," and she would fall silent again. Luckily, I wasn't in a hurry; I figured the stew was definitely going to be mine. Our conversations became even bolder, sometimes directly talking about genitals, but it always seemed like a joke. During the day, my son called, saying he would be home in the afternoon and that his mother should cook something nice. My son is like that; he always calls me on his cell phone before he comes home. Firstly, he wanted to let me know he was safe; secondly, he had a craving for food and couldn't get used to the rough and tumble of life outside, always wanting a big meal whenever he came home. When I told my wife this news, she would happily go to the market to buy fish, meat, eggs, and other necessities, and prepare a lavish feast in the dining room as soon as our son arrived—a tradition we'd maintained for almost a year. But I had something on my mind. I thought to myself: "My son's back, and we'll definitely have a couple of drinks. We both drink slowly, so who knows how long we'll drink? If we drink too late, I won't be able to log on to QQ. If I don't log on, that girl will definitely be angry and won't talk to me anymore. Wouldn't that mean my prize will slip away?" So, I went to my room, opened QQ, and left her a message: "My wife is coming home tonight, so I won't be chatting with you. Please forgive me, my beauty." At that moment, my wife came in. Since she knows nothing about computers, I wasn't worried. I sent the message I had just typed and then shut down the computer. It was past five in the afternoon when my son finally arrived with his wife, carrying large bags and bundles. My wife immediately went up to him, looked him over, and said, "As long as you're back safe and sound, it's much better than buying all this stuff." Then she went on to say some nonsense about how thin and tanned our son had become, before taking the things from his hands. "Mom, this is what Xiao Niu bought for you," my daughter-in-law said affectionately. My son is very good at managing family relationships; he always has his wife deliver the things he buys for us. "Oh, why did you buy this? Wasting money," my wife always grumbles, even when she's happy to see something. "Dad, this is the wine Xiao Niu bought for you." I turned around and saw my daughter-in-law's pretty face in the doorway, carrying two bottles of wine. "Oh, put them there, we'll drink them later," I always say decisively. "Old man, come out quickly, have dinner with your son," my wife urged from outside. "Coming, coming," I stood up and went outside. My daughter-in-law immediately stepped aside. These past few days, I've been engrossed in the internet and rarely go out for walks, which means I haven't gone out to see women much. Unexpectedly, my daughter-in-law standing there today was a real eye-opener. The person I chat with on QQ, "Lonely Flowers and Grass," is the same age as my daughter-in-law. Judging from the photos, they're about the same height, but she's definitely not as pretty as my daughter-in-law. To be honest, I usually don't pay much attention to my daughter-in-law, but today, because the person I chat with is the same age, I've made a point of noticing her. As usual, my daughter-in-law had her hair tied in a ponytail, swaying as she walked. On her fair, round face, she had a pair of large, watery eyes, a straight little nose, and red lips. She wore a light purple T-shirt that hugged her upper body tightly, revealing her high chest, flat stomach, and slender waist. She wore light blue jeans that fit her perfectly, her long, slender legs elegantly slightly parted. Her buttocks, though not large, were full and round, plump and round, encased in her jeans—undeniably alluring. I couldn't help but curse myself: Am I even human? How could I have such inappropriate thoughts about my daughter-in-law? Yet, I still couldn't resist glancing at her a few more times, especially at that round, round buttocks. "Dad, let me pour you some wine," my daughter-in-law said playfully with a smile, filling my glass and then my son's. "Mom, let me get you some Coke." She also filled my husband's glass, then filled hers as well. Although my daughter-in-law was twenty-four, she looked much younger, like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl. Her skin was beautiful, as white as jade; I imagined how wonderful it would feel to touch it. Damn it, why am I having such inappropriate thoughts about my daughter-in-law again? I couldn't help but curse myself again. Sure enough, the drinking went on for a long time, until after 9 pm. If my wife hadn't said, "Alright, alright, you two shouldn't drink anymore. Xiao Niu, hurry home and rest," we don't know how late we would have continued. After clearing the dishes, my son and daughter-in-law left. Watching her little butt disappear through the door, I felt a little disappointed. Yes, what a nice little butt. I went back to the bedroom, turned on the computer, and logged onto QQ. She didn't reply, and her avatar was offline, which added to my disappointment. I lay down on the bed, took out my penis, and started masturbating. I don't know why, but today I couldn't fantasize about online friends. My daughter-in-law's figure kept appearing in my mind. I tried several times to fantasize about other people, but my daughter-in-law just wouldn't leave. I might as well just fantasize about having sex with her; it's all fake anyway. Unexpectedly, I ejaculated after a few strokes, and it felt really good. Then I started cursing myself for being inhuman, and slowly fell asleep. For several days in a row, she didn't go online, and I would leave messages every now and then, usually asking, "Honey, why aren't you online?" But her avatar was always black. I felt a little disappointed, wondering if she had found someone else and dumped me. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, and I even started cursing my son, "Why didn't you come home earlier or later? Of all times, you had to come home when I was chatting with my online friend, causing me to break up with the beautiful girl." Finally, ten days later, on the night my son went out on a driving trip, "Lonely Flower" appeared again. She told me that her father-in-law had passed away and she had been staying with her mother-in-law for the past few days. Oh, I see. Our chat continued, and she asked me if I had missed her these past few days. I said I had, and then asked her if I had missed her too. She said she had too. After that, we started talking about sex again, more explicit than before. She said to me, "Your wife is back, you don't need to use your hands, you can do real sex." I told her that my wife wasn't as good as her, and that just chatting with her made me hard. She chuckled and said that she was wet down there too. Since we were already discussing the sexuality of genitalia, all that was left was to meet in person and have a real showdown. So I said I wanted to meet her, and she readily agreed. I know the city well and know which hotels are good, so I told her I'd be waiting for her at the Taoyuan Hotel at 8 PM the next night. She said she would definitely be there, and then she asked for my phone number. My old phone was broken, and I had just gotten a new one that day, so I hadn't memorized my own number yet. I had to look at the note and gave her my number. She happily said, "See you tomorrow!" The next night, I lied to my wife, saying, "Tonight I'm having a reunion with my comrades in the countryside, and I don't think I can come back." My wife said, "When you get there, drink less and eat more." She helped me get ready and changed my clothes.I cleaned my clothes and polished my shoes until they gleamed. My wife is a very presentable person; she always makes sure I get ready before I go out, which makes her feel good. I checked my watch; it was just six o'clock. Not in a hurry, I first went to the florist and bought a bouquet of bright red roses before heading to the Taoyuan Hotel. I booked room 1001, took the elevator to the tenth floor, and went inside. This room was wonderful; it was perfectly positioned on the side, with windows on two sides offering a view of the city lights. There was a double bed with bedside tables on either side. I placed the roses on the innermost bedside table, thinking she would definitely sleep on the inner one later. Time seemed to drag on; I wished it would be eight o'clock already. With nothing to do, I turned on the TV, but I had no interest in watching; all I wanted was for that girl to arrive quickly. My phone rang, and I eagerly answered it. Sure enough, it was her. She told me she had arrived at the Taoyuan Hotel entrance and asked where I was. I said, "The room is booked, room 1001 on the tenth floor." She said, "Okay, I'll be right up," and then turned off her phone. I jumped for joy; my happy moment had finally arrived. I picked up the bouquet of roses, stood smiling at the door, and waited for my beauty to appear. The door finally opened amidst my anxious waiting, and she walked in. Suddenly, we were both stunned, staring at each other, speechless. It turned out that the person who came in was none other than my beautiful daughter-in-law. What was going on? The person in the photo wasn't my daughter-in-law at all! My daughter-in-law did the same thing as me; she must have been thinking the same thing—that the photo wasn't of her father-in-law either! After a long while, we both said almost simultaneously, "How is it you?" Then we stared at each other blankly, still speechless. "Are you 'Lonely Flower'?" My mind was a mess, and I didn't even know why I asked that. "Hmm, are you 'Understanding'?" It was clear that my daughter-in-law wasn't much better off than me. "Hmm," I replied. "How could this be?" We both said almost simultaneously, then fell silent again. "But the photo isn't of you, Dad," my daughter-in-law finally broke the silence. "And that photo of you isn't of you either," I blurted out, then regretted saying it.
"Dad, I'm going back now," my daughter-in-law said after a long pause, as if she had just realized what was happening.
"Oh, I should go too," I said, and followed her out the door. "Dad, don't let this get out..." she suddenly stopped and turned back. With a "thud," I bumped into her, interrupting her. She lost her balance and was about to fall when I caught her, pulling her into my arms. Wow, her skin was so soft! I didn't want to let go, and I held her tighter. "Dad, let go of me!" she cried, a blush spreading across her fair face, making her even more beautiful.
"Since you're here, let's chat a little longer." I had no intention of letting go. After all, these past few days, fantasizing about her and masturbating had been the most pleasurable thing, and now she was in my arms—how could I easily let go? "Dad, don't do this, I'm your daughter-in-law!" "But why are you cheating on me with other men?" My mind started to clear. "..." My daughter-in-law was speechless, her face even redder than before, like the bouquet of bright red roses in my hand.
"I asked your mother for leave, saying I won't be home tonight, you'll keep me company."
By this time, I was already consumed by lust. When my daughter-in-law came out, she would definitely be dressed up carefully, with a newly permed haircut, still in that ponytail, a neat fringe in front of her beautiful forehead, and her fair face, set against her black hair, looking even more delicate, like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl. She would still be wearing those jeans, making her little bottom even rounder and more bulging. Her breasts were also full, the size of rice bowls, pressed tightly against my chest, how could I bear to let go?! "Dad, don't do this, I'm your daughter-in-law." My daughter-in-law repeated her words. "But why were you carrying the calf around looking for someone outside?" I asked again, still the same question. "..." My daughter-in-law remained silent. "Come on, let's get on the bed." I pulled her towards the bed. "Dad, don't do this, I'm your daughter-in-law." She struggled, but not too much. I practically carried her to the bedside. "No, no" was her most frequent refrain. Hearing her sweet voice, my reaction intensified, my hand firmly pressing down on her round little bottom. "No, no," she repeated, her little bottom wiggling, trying to break free from my large hand.
"Lili, Dad really missed you." I pushed her down onto the bed and began to undress her. "No, no," she struggled, her hands covering her clothes. I simply reached inside, straight into her bra, playing with her plump breasts. "Let Dad do it, just this once, okay, Lili?" I almost begged, my lips brushing against my daughter-in-law's face, searching for her alluring little mouth. "No, no," my daughter-in-law was still struggling. I unbuckled her belt, and my hand slipped inside, touching the little bottom I'd been longing for day and night—it was so smooth and tender. "No, no," my daughter-in-law pleaded as well. When my hand reached in front and touched her vagina, my daughter-in-law finally cried and changed her mind, saying, "Dad, go slower," and stopped struggling.
When I undressed my daughter-in-law and looked at her, I was struck by how beautiful she was; describing her as flawless jade would not be an exaggeration. Her dark pubic hair, her high, firm breasts, her crescent-shaped, smooth little bottom—all of these filled this fifty-year-old man with endless fantasies. I didn't care about anything else; I quickly took off my clothes, grabbed the blanket, and covered myself and my daughter-in-law together. I pulled her smooth body into my arms, and with one hand, I rhythmically stroked her from her breasts to her buttocks. My daughter-in-law closed her beautiful eyes, a single tear rolling down her cheek. Her tears couldn't move me; I was determined to have her today, to fuck this beautiful woman properly. I used my legs to spread hers and slowly climbed on top of her. "Dad, go slowly," she said, obediently spreading her legs without opening her eyes, without struggling at all. "Mmm," I replied, guiding my penis with my hand and slowly inserting it into her vagina. There was no lubrication inside, making insertion difficult. I inserted slowly, pulling out whenever she frowned slightly. Again and again, I inserted deeper and deeper, and gradually, lubrication increased, making it much smoother. Finally, with a moan from her, I had my entire penis inside. At first, she deliberately avoided my mouth, not letting me kiss her. Ten minutes later, with my continued thrusting, I clearly felt my daughter-in-law reach orgasm. As the orgasm came, she no longer held back, instead tightly embracing my shoulders with her previously loose hands. Her small mouth actively sought mine, her fragrant tongue entering my mouth. Her beautiful little buttocks moved up and down in sync with my movements. Most beautiful of all were her moans, delicate and captivating. When she moaned, her pretty face contorted, but the contortions only made her more beautiful and alluring. Just as her orgasm subsided, I began to ejaculate rapidly, not holding back a drop, all of it shooting into her small vagina. Young people are truly young; my daughter-in-law's vagina was wonderful, tightly gripping my penis, the lubricating fluid flowing along the vaginal walls, allowing it to move freely. While she was orgasming, I kissed her small mouth tightly, one hand holding her breast, the other squeezing her soft little buttocks—it was truly a pleasure. When my daughter-in-law took the initiative to hug me, it excited me even more, and I moved up and down with even more vigor. Just as I ejaculated, I thought I was dreaming. "Don't leave tonight," I said afterward, holding my daughter-in-law and stroking her little bottom. "Mmm," she obediently replied. I knew that tonight, my daughter-in-law belonged to me. With her beside me, I naturally couldn't sleep, and we started chatting. I learned that when my daughter-in-law chatted with me, she had been keeping it a secret, sending photos of her colleagues from work to QQ, which was why she didn't know the other person was her. She also learned that the photo was of one of my comrades when he was young. After chatting for a while, I wanted to do it again, so I laid my daughter-in-law flat. Knowing we were going to have sex again, she didn't struggle, spreading her legs and waiting for me to penetrate her. This time, I intentionally dragged it out, about half an hour, bringing her to orgasm twice before I ejaculated. “Dad, you’re pretty good.” My daughter-in-law said after I got off her. “As long as you’re comfortable, Dad will do anything.” I said, still touching her little bottom. “…” My daughter-in-law didn’t speak, burying her head in my chest. “Come here.” I took my daughter-in-law’s small hand and pressed it against my penis. “Mmm—” My daughter-in-law moaned softly, trying to pull her hand away. “Touch it.” I forced her hand onto my penis. “It’s so big?” My daughter-in-law exclaimed, holding my penis. “Isn’t big good?” I retorted, looking at my beautiful daughter-in-law. “I’m sorry.” My daughter-in-law stroked it a few times, her face turning red again. She quickly buried her face in my chest again, her hand moving up and down.
As dawn approached, I made love to my daughter-in-law again. Before we started, I said, "I'm going to get revenge on you." My daughter-in-law, no longer shy, asked, "What did I do that you want revenge on?" I said, "Why did you say I was dead on QQ?" She then remembered our chat that day and couldn't help but laugh. This time, we explained the conversation while making love. "You're still talking about me. Dad, didn't you say you were thirty? You're lying." My daughter-in-law said coquettishly, lifting her hips in cooperation. "Hehe, what about you? Not only did you say I was dead, but you also said Xiao Niu got into a fight and was sentenced to prison." As I spoke, I thrust hard twice. "Oh, you hurt me, Dad." My daughter-in-law frowned. "Hmph, you also said my mom is always away on business trips." "Hehe." I laughed. "What are you laughing at, Dad?" My daughter-in-law put her arm around my shoulder. "You lied to me first, and you still have the nerve to say that?" "Neither of us were telling the truth. If you had posted your own picture, I don't think this would have happened." I kissed my daughter-in-law. “If you post your own picture, I’ll block you right away, Dad.” “It’s fate that brought us together, isn’t it, Lili?” “Nothing on the internet is true.” My daughter-in-law sighed. “What’s wrong, Dad?” “I want to do this.” I pulled out my penis and started moving my daughter-in-law’s body, like an old man pushing a cart, because I love her little butt so much, and this way I can see it more clearly. “So embarrassing.” My daughter-in-law said, but she still turned over, sticking her white little butt out high, waiting for me to penetrate her from behind.
“Didn’t you say you have a one-year-old son? You’re lying.” I said. “Dad, isn’t this fast enough?” My daughter-in-law moved back and forth with me, her body moving back and forth, her hair already messy. “You lied too, Dad. You even said my mom is a haggard old woman.” “Haha.” I laughed.
"It was Xiao Niu who came back, but you insisted it was my mom. Ugh!" my daughter-in-law said sweetly.
"Don't say that, Lili." I continued, playing with her backbends and touching her wandering breasts.
"Dad, I can't take it anymore." My daughter-in-law was about to climax and tried to roll over onto her back. This time, I lasted about an hour, and my daughter-in-law climaxed twice more. "Dad, don't let anyone know about this." Before leaving the hotel, my daughter-in-law nestled against my chest and said. "Yeah, it's our secret." I put my hand on her buttocks, touching her through her jeans. "Yeah." My daughter-in-law looked at me with such deep affection. "When Xiao Niu isn't home, can I come to your house?" "I'm afraid you won't come, Dad."
"I'll definitely come often." It seems I've pleased my daughter-in-law, otherwise she wouldn't be looking forward to my visits. How could I not be happy with such a good daughter-in-law? I hugged my daughter-in-law and kissed her passionately again. At noon, I returned home. My wife was all smiles, asking if I'd had too much to drink. I said no. Just then, my daughter-in-law arrived; she comes home for lunch almost every day. She glanced at me, then immediately turned away, as if nothing had happened the night before, and went to help my wife cook. I pretended nothing was wrong, went back to my bedroom, turned on my computer, and saw a message on "Lonely Flowers and Grass." It read: "You big pervert, my genitals are all swollen, you rub them for me." I laughed and went outside, glancing at my daughter-in-law. She knew I'd seen the QQ message, secretly glared at me, and snorted. In the days that followed, I frequently went to my son's house, and we'd make love on his bed. My daughter-in-law had a very strong sex drive, often needing two orgasms before she'd let me go. Luckily, my sex drive was also very strong, often satisfying her. "Dad, I didn't expect you to be so good," she'd often say after we finished. So, I learned that my son, Xiao Niu, was also very capable in this matter, but he was always away from home and couldn't satisfy his wife, which made her very frustrated. Now that I, as her father-in-law, was there, fulfilling what my son should have done, my daughter-in-law was very happy.
Soon after, my daughter-in-law became pregnant, and she couldn't say for sure whether the child was my son Xiao Niu's or my father-in-law's. But my daughter-in-law wasn't afraid at all; she didn't care whether the child looked like me or my son Xiao Niu after it was born, because we father and son looked very alike. My wife was overjoyed that my daughter-in-law was pregnant and quickly moved into my son's house to take care of her, also telling my son the good news. After my wife moved in, I couldn't have sex with my daughter-in-law and went back to my old masturbation habits. My daughter-in-law secretly mocked me, saying, "Dad, you used your hand again this time." I angrily slapped her little bottom, and she left laughing like she had won a victory.
My daughter-in-law finally gave birth to a boy, and everyone said, "This child looks just like his father." Some even said, "Look at the three of you, grandfather, grandson, and granddaughter, you're all cut from the same mold." Everyone agreed that the child was definitely my son's. But my daughter-in-law didn't think so; she believed the child was more than 80% my, the grandfather. I told her that whether it was my son Xiaoniu's or mine, the child was still part of our family line, and we had to raise him well.
Now, I'm fifty-five years old, and my daughter-in-law and I have been together for five years, still hanging out when my son is out driving. Because of our close relationship, my daughter-in-law is even more filial, earning praise from the neighbors. Actually, the neighbors don't know a secret: my daughter-in-law has always treated me like her husband, not her father-in-law, which is why she takes such good care of me. And I'm still healthy and strong, and in bed, I've never disappointed my daughter-in-law; that's what makes her most satisfied. (Photo album: Daughter-in-law
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