Blissful Mother-in-Law and Daughter-in-Law

The Lustful Father-in-Law vs. the Promiscuous Daughter-in-Law
: Date: September 8, 2020.
I am 26 years old and graduated from junior college. Before college, I didn't realize I was particularly beautiful.

But since graduating, my skin, appearance, and figure have changed quite a bit. I was surprised and satisfied with these changes. Many people compliment my figure and appearance. When I meet my old classmates, they always look at me in surprise and say things like, "Ah! You've changed! So beautiful!" or "You've really become so beautiful!"

I am 165cm tall, with measurements of 36D-23-36, and weigh 50kg. I have an oval face. I like my legs the most; they are not only well-proportioned but also have fair, smooth, and delicate skin.

Therefore, I love wearing miniskirts and tank tops. This allows me to fully display my ample breasts, slender waist, rounded hips, and long, shapely legs, making my walk graceful and alluring. On the street, both men and women are always drawn to my stunning figure. Most men frequently cast admiring glances at me, some even staring in disbelief. I feel that this greatly satisfies my vanity.

My husband was my classmate in college; we started dating during our student days. He was quite handsome, and our classmates envied us. After graduation, he immediately joined the army, and I quickly started working at an IT company.

Because of work requirements, I saved up enough money to buy a computer shortly after starting my job. In the evenings, besides doing some unfinished work at the company, I also learned to use the internet.

After a while, I also learned about some pornographic websites and would occasionally browse them, looking at gossip, pictures, erotic novels, etc. Sometimes, when I saw something passionate, I would masturbate to relieve my longing for my boyfriend.

After waiting for two years, he finally finished his military service and successfully found a high-tech job. Two years ago, we finally got married.

Because he was an only child, his parents kept us with them and refused to let us live alone. After marriage, we were very loving, and my parents also doted on us. [!--empirenews.page--]

My father-in-law is 54 years old this year and works in a public institution. He is tall and, it is said, very handsome when he was young. Although canovel.com is now over middle age, she still shows no signs of aging. Her mother-in-law is 52 years old and is a typical virtuous housewife. They are both very healthy. During the day, her mother-in-law stays at home, cooking and cleaning, handling all the chores with ease, keeping the house spotless. This means I don't have to do housework anymore and can spend more time with my husband.

My job is quite stressful, and I have to dress formally for work. So when I get home, I like to change into more relaxed clothes. I especially like wearing a short skirt and a light T-shirt.

Perhaps it's because this outfit shows off my figure and beautiful legs that my father-in-law's attention is drawn to me.

A few weeks after our wedding, I noticed my father-in-law's eyes were always following me. I often found him leering at my every move, which sometimes made me feel uncomfortable.

I initially thought of subtly hinting to him at an appropriate time to stop staring at me like that. However, seeing how filial my husband was to his parents, I didn't know how to bring it up.

One day, my husband worked late and wouldn't be home until very late. With nothing to do, I browsed the internet. Of course, I inevitably visited some pornographic websites.

I enjoy reading erotic novels; some, though vulgar in language, are quite evocative and sometimes really make one's imagination run wild. Others use very elegant language, presenting erotic love stories admirably. Out of the blue, a headline caught my eye: "Lustful Father-in-Law Battles with Seductive Daughter-in-Law," and I started reading. The more I read, the more shocked I became. It was a boldly explicit and extremely provocative article that sent waves of heat through my body. My hands unconsciously began to caress my entire body, my nipples hardened, and my genitals secreted copious amounts of lubrication, soaking my underwear.

My God! After reading that article, I no longer minded my father-in-law's lecherous gaze; instead, I began to feel a consistent attraction to this man in his fifties. I developed a peculiar curiosity: what would it be like to have sex with a man much older than me?

From then on, whenever his gaze lingered on me, I felt a strange excitement and satisfaction. I even wanted to subtly expose the parts of my body he wanted to see, to satisfy my desire to be watched and his voyeuristic desires. I

also noticed that my father-in-law was becoming increasingly affectionate and caring towards me, to the point of being extremely attentive.

This happened almost three months after my marriage.

It was a hot Sunday, and my husband went to work early in the morning.

Around noon, just as my mother-in-law finished preparing lunch, my husband's uncle rushed in, saying there was something going on at my parents' home, and hurriedly took my mother-in-law away.

Only my father-in-law and I were left to have lunch. As soon as my mother-in-law left, my father-in-law called me to the restaurant for lunch.

I was wearing a loose, thin shirt with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows. Because of the heat, I chose a small, loose white bra—the kind that just covers the nipples, supports the lower part of the breasts, but leaves the upper part, most of the orbs, exposed. I wore a simple white mini-skirt.

I sat opposite my father-in-law, and we ate and chatted.

But I noticed that he was staring intently at my chest. Perhaps because my mother-in-law wasn't there, his boldness made me a little uncomfortable, yet also excited. Gradually, I felt my underwear becoming damp. My heart pounded with excitement and a bit of panic; I couldn't even taste the flavors of my mother-in-law's cooking anymore.

I stood up, bent down, and ladled a bowl of soup for my father-in-law.

Because the top button of my shirt was undone, the bending over left my breasts wide open, half-revealed, half-exposed.

My father-in-law, of course, wouldn't let such a good opportunity pass by; his eyes were fixed on my full and high breasts.

I knew he was peeping; he had already forgotten to chew the food in his mouth.

He stared lustfully at the parts of my body that my bra couldn't cover. I was even more excited, deliberately slowing down my movements so he could see as much as he wanted.

I don't know if my father-in-law was too distracted to look at me, or if it was just a coincidence, but after I finished serving the soup and sat back down, his chopsticks suddenly fell to the ground. He immediately bent down to pick them up

. My natural reaction at that moment was to slightly spread my legs, giving him a "chance" to peek at my private parts. [!--empirenews.page--] Sure enough, he searched for a long time but still didn't return to his seat to eat, so I bent down to look at

him. He didn't know I was bending down to look at him. His eyes were fixed on the patch of my skirt that revealed my two fair thighs. Today I was wearing a white, almost transparent, sheer thong that barely covered my private parts, with a few pubic hairs showing on the sides.

My father-in-law was lying on the ground, his eyes almost right in front of my legs, staring intently at my lower body.

I spread my legs wider, letting my skirt flare out. My lower body was practically only covered by a small, transparent thong.

His eyes were so burning, it felt like he was touching my swollen, bulging genitals.

I suddenly felt my body heat up, and images of erotic scenes from articles I'd read online about "lustful father-in-law battling with lewd daughter-in-law" flashed through my mind.

I sat in the chair, involuntarily wriggling my hips, spreading my legs, anticipating the old man's violation under the table.

My father-in-law finally snapped out of his daze, looked up, and noticed me staring at him. Our eyes met, and we both stood there awkwardly for a few seconds.

I was a little disappointed. Pretending nothing was wrong, I asked, "Dad! What's wrong?! Can't you find your chopsticks?"

"Oh...yes...yes...I see...they're here..." he stammered, seemingly swallowing hard as he spoke. He picked up the chopsticks and returned to his seat to eat.

After lunch, I cleared the table and went to the kitchen to clean up, while my father-in-law sat on the sofa in the living room watching TV. After cleaning, I poured him a glass of juice.

As he took the juice, he deliberately touched my hand. I was startled, and before he could properly hold the glass, I released it, spilling the juice all over him.

I hurriedly apologized to my father-in-law, grabbed the box of tissues from the coffee table, bent over, and began wiping him all over.

Bending over, my breasts were once again exposed, my smooth, white mounds seemingly about to spill out! [!--empirenews.page--]

My father-in-law, sitting on the sofa, stared intently at my smooth chest like torches.

Coincidentally, the zipper area of his pants was where the most juice had spilled, so I grabbed several tissues and wiped there.

I noticed something gradually bulging inside his pants, so I pretended not to notice and wiped it even harder.

In this way, my father-in-law, aroused by my teasing, could no longer resist; his face flushed, his eyes burned, and his breathing became rapid.

My father-in-law raised his hand and slowly approached me. I pretended not to notice and continued wiping.

Suddenly, I felt his strong arms encircle my slender waist. My reaction wasn't to immediately break free, but to wriggle my body, trying to keep him from getting too close. However, his hands moved around my waist, gradually becoming more and more brazen invading my body.

My heart pounded even harder as he explored me, and his soft hands continued to rub his increasingly sensitive, raised area.

His hands slid down, cupping my buttocks and pulling me closer, so we were pressed together.

I felt a little flustered and excited, but I still pretended to be surprised and let out a soft "Ouch..." without trying to escape or back away.

I deliberately tried to break free from him gently, blushing as I said, "No!"

He pulled me close, kissing my cheeks and gently biting my earlobe.

I kept saying, "No..."

He slipped his tongue into my ear.

I cried out, my whole body going limp and trembling. He wrapped his left arm around my waist and his right hand on my breast, gently pressing it.

"Ah...no...don't do this...Daddy...Mommy will come back...ah...she...will come back..." I started babbling incoherently.

He ignored me and continued his lewd advances. I heard him say, "My son is so lucky to have such a beautiful wife. Why can't I, as his father, have one too..." As he spoke, he forcefully pulled my hand into his arms, making me turn around. I also lay back on the sofa.

He rolled over and pinned me down, kissing my lips while frantically unbuttoning my shirt. [!--empirenews.page--]

I deliberately shook my head, trying to avoid his kisses, but soon he kissed me anyway.

He lifted my shirt, pushed my small white bra up over my breasts, and gently sucked on my pink nipple.

"Ah...ah..." I gasped softly. He also pressed his hard, steel-like penis against my private parts.

Feeling like I was about to faint, I gasped for breath, my hands gradually wrapping around his head, but I kept saying, "No...no..."

He seemed to understand my reaction and stopped temporarily, but remained on top of me, gazing at my beautiful face.

I opened my already hazy eyes and looked at him.

He said to me, "My dear daughter-in-law, ever since your mother-in-law went through menopause, I've forgotten that such a delicious treat as you exists in this world. Ever since you married into our family, I've been secretly watching you every day, admiring your beautiful body, hoping to have the chance to try out a young and beautiful woman like you!"

"Dad... but... if *** (my husband) and Mom... find out..."

"No buts, just this once, okay?! As long as we don't tell anyone, they won't know... Good wife, just this once, okay? I've been captivated by your body for months. Whenever you're home, I want to possess you all the time! Your pretty face, your ample breasts, your full arms, especially those snow-white, beautiful legs, they're constantly on my mind..."

As the old man spoke, his hands were never idle, gently rubbing my breasts and pinching my nipples with his thumb and forefinger.

My nipples, originally only the size of soybeans, quickly hardened and enlarged under his thumb and forefinger, standing erect like a pair of bright red cherries. Truly, old foxes are shrewder; he knows how to tease me better than my husband.

Fueled by a recent desire to try having sex with a man significantly older than me, I've become increasingly vulnerable to him. [!--empirenews.page--]

But he is, after all, my father-in-law. The thought of living in the same house in the future inevitably brings a mix of love and fear—the fear of being hurt.

"But…" I gasped, unable to speak, as he rubbed me with his hands and fingers.

"Good daughter-in-law, stop with the 'buts,' take advantage of the fact that no one's home today! I promise I'll love you even more in the future and won't let my son bully you!"

When a man wants your body, he'll make any demands and say anything, but a woman still feels very happy inside.

But I still couldn't agree to him right away; I had to pretend a little longer: "But...but..."

He disregarded everything, bending down to kiss me, taking off my already loosened shirt, then reaching behind my back to unhook my bra and easily removing it.

A pair of white, tender, full, and firm breasts were completely exposed, and I unconsciously covered my nipples with my hands.

He pulled my hands away, his right hand grasping and kneading my left breast, while his mouth moved down to my right nipple, licking it back and forth with his tongue, waves of tingling pleasure washing over me.

He really was more skilled at flirting and more experienced than my husband.

A moment later, he switched sides, wrapping his right arm around me and using his left hand to rub the nipple he had just sucked on. His mouth, like a powerful vacuum cleaner, forcefully sucked at my left breast, as if trying to suck the entire breast into his mouth. His tongue circled incessantly over my nipple.

Oh my god! This feeling was so wonderful! My husband had never flirted with me like this before. I felt the love juices from my genitals soaking my panties. My body was powerless to resist, and my heart convinced me: "No need to pretend anymore. I should temporarily forget my husband and accept this excited older man. Perhaps today he can give me the kind of intimacy I can never get from my husband!" I decided to surrender to him.

He would also occasionally, while sucking, forcefully thrust his hot penis against my private parts. [!--empirenews.page--]

Soon, I started moaning softly, "Mmm...mmm..." as I became increasingly aroused.

Lost in pleasure, I unconsciously wrapped my arms around his head, demanding more.

He seemed to understand my desires, freeing his left hand from my right breast, tracing it across my smooth, sexy abdomen, down to my leg, and slipping it inside my short skirt. His hand first touched my soft, hot thigh, caressing it boldly and reluctantly.

"Mmm...mmm...ah...ah..." my moans grew louder.

His mouth continued to suckle my left breast as he slid down to the sofa, kneeling beside me. He used both hands and mouth, his left hand gently caressing my legs, his mouth sucking on my breast and gently biting my nipple.

"Mmm...ah..." I moaned contentedly, feeling incredibly good from his bites.

Then, his mouth and tongue slowly moved from my left breast down my smooth abdomen, licking and kissing my legs. My eyes were hazy as I watched his kisses, which added to the stimulation, making my whole body tremble uncontrollably. I sat up slightly, leaning my head against the armrest of the sofa, half-reclining, so I could see more clearly the tenderness he was giving me.

I also spread my legs wide open, my skirt no longer able to cover them, completely exposed. He knelt at my feet, resting his head on my pink thighs, looking at my alluring lower body. With my skirt open, I was only covered by my panties.

My white, sheer thong with bows tied on both sides was already almost transparent from the dampness of my vagina, unable to conceal the dark shadow beneath. Pubic hair peeked out from the sides of the thin fabric, making my private parts appear swollen and bulging.

He drooled, seemingly jealous of my husband, saying, "My good daughter-in-law, you little slut… truly a natural beauty. I'm so jealous of my son, able to enjoy this ultimate delicacy… his life is so much better than mine…"

"Father…father…"

"Little slut, I only realized today that you also have needs… I love your little thong to death!" [!--empirenews.page--]

"Mmm…father…no…" He swallowed, and through the thin, transparent thong, rubbed my private parts with his right index finger.

I tilted my head back and moaned, "Ah...ah..."

He rubbed faster and faster, and my body trembled. My crotch was wet and sticky, showing through the thin fabric. He stopped his finger assault and lowered his head to lick the nectar from the fabric. He pulled on the bows of my panties and slowly untied them, pulling them down until my pubic hair was exposed.

"Ah...ah..." I offered a token resistance, then let him take off my panties. After they were off, I wasn't ashamed and kept my legs wide open so he could see clearly. His eyes were wide open as he stared at my beautiful vulva, his love growing stronger with each look.

"You little slut, your pubic hair is so thick and bushy. Even when I was wearing panties, some of it was sticking out. If I'd known you were a slut, I wouldn't have held back until today." As he spoke, he hoisted my legs onto his shoulders, my vulva completely exposed to him. He found my clitoris and gently pressed it with his fingertips.

"Oh... um... um..." Like being electrocuted, I went limp.

He began to "eat" me with his tongue. He first licked my clitoris from bottom to top, making me writhe uncontrollably.

Then he sucked and licked along my labia, occasionally inserting the tip of his tongue deep into my vagina, making me let out loud moans.

"Ah...ah...Dad...gently...no...harder...ah...so...so beautiful..."

"Don't call me Dad, I'm not your Dad anymore. Call me...brother...call me brother from now on!"

My juices flowed in waves, and he licked them all clean, still relentlessly attacking that darn spot.

"Ouch...what am I going to do...I feel so good...ah...brother...ah...um...um..." I kept pushing my penis towards his mouth.

"Ouch...ah...ah...brother...stop...this...I can't take it...ah...um...no more...oh...no more..." He teased me for a while before stopping, his own mouth full of juices, looking utterly disheveled. [!--empirenews.page--]

He took off his clothes.

I sat up with great interest and watched. When he took off his underwear, I saw his erect and thick penis and couldn't help but exclaim "Wow!" in surprise at its magnificence. It must have been at least eight inches long, at least two inches longer and thicker than my husband's.

"Isn't my son's this big?" he asked me. I shook my head shyly.

He laughed and said, "I haven't even started yet!"

He came to me and took my slender hand to hold his burning hot penis. I complied and began to stroke it back and forth. His penis was indeed much bigger than my husband's, harder than steel, with prominent veins on the shaft—both cute and terrifying. I stroked his hard penis up and down without stopping.

He held my head in both hands, pushing it towards his groin. I took his penis into my mouth and sucked hard, my left hand holding his leg, my right hand gently kneading his testicles. His glans was so big, filling my mouth completely.

"Good...good...so good, again..." he cried, gripping my head even harder. "Good...good wife...oh...so good..."

I sat in front of him, his penis constantly moving in and out of my mouth, glancing at him every now and then to see his reaction. His penis stood erect and proud, his face flushed with excitement, his expression radiant. I licked the engorged head of his penis with my tongue, occasionally biting it lightly with my teeth.

"Mmm...mmm...good...mmm...again..." He was extremely excited, pushing me down onto the sofa. He pressed down on me, our naked bodies pressed tightly together. He hugged me tightly with satisfaction and said, "You're so good. You lick even better than your mother-in-law did when she was young."

I obediently opened my legs, and his impatient penis darted around, unable to find the entrance. I moved my hips to help him, letting the glans touch the opening, which was already overflowing with fluid.

His right hand held his penis, rubbing the glans against my opening dozens of times before pushing open my vagina and thrusting forward to insert the glans. After a few more thrusts, his entire penis was inside, swallowed by my vagina. [!--empirenews.page--]

"Ah... um... so comfortable..." I began to moan lasciviously. He began to work hard.

"Ah... ah... ouch... oh... good father-in-law... you're so big..."

"You can't call me father-in-law!" he said, "You have to call me husband..."

"Ah... good... husband... ah... so good... you... ah... so big... so hot..." I wrapped my legs high around his waist, thrusting my buttocks in and out, shouting loudly, "Um... good husband... good... brother... brother... sister... so... comfortable... so... good..."

"My good slutty sister, today I finally got you... I've relieved my pent-up desire of many months..."

"Good husband... so comfortable... ah... I love... husband so much... ah... ah..."

"From now on I am your good father-in-law, your ****... dear brother... brother... you are my darling... lover..."

"Ah...good husband...father...you're killing me...you're so big...so hard...so amazing...oh...oh...****...brother...faster...fuck...fuck...faster...a little...harder...to the left...uh...right there...ah...so comfortable...Yue, a little harder...ah..." I blurted out randomly.

He thrust even harder, and his penis was indeed longer, thicker, and harder than my husband's, it was really great.

"Good husband...dear...father-in-law...ah...I feel so good...oh..."

"Slutty wife..." the father-in-law said, "You're so slutty, can my son...satisfy you?"

"Hmm...ah...he...is okay...but not as good as...you...dear father-in-law...you're better...you're so good at...fucking..."

"Hmm...like this...okay..." He thrust and rubbed from both sides.

"Father-in-law's penis...is it big...does it feel good to fuck you...is it beautiful...your vagina is so beautiful...tighter than your mother-in-law's when she was young...I feel so...good...you're squeezing me...it feels so good...I love you...love you..." [!--empirenews.page--]

"Mmm...mmm...you're so amazing...so powerful...ah...ah...your penis...it's making my bones...feel...feel...so good...much better than your son...ah...you've hit my G-spot again...ah..." He compared me to my mother-in-law, and I compared him to my husband.

The stimulation of the penis amplified our lust.

He really did fuck me better than my husband. My husband usually ejaculates after three or two hundred thrusts, but he had already thrust more than a thousand times and was still attacking me fiercely.

"Oh..." I gently bit his shoulder, "So good... good brother... ah... I want you... I want you to fuck me every day... ah... I'm so beautiful..."

"Really?" he asked, "How do I compare to my son?"

"He... ah... he also fucks me... um... very good... but... dear brother... you're better... stronger... what you do... is incomparable to what he does... I... feel so good..."

Encouraged by me, he deliberately thrust deeper, pressing firmly against my clitoris, rotating his hips, kneading and grinding.

"Ah... oh... it really feels so good... ah... so good... from now on... ah... you're my... husband... ah... yes... like that... harder... ah..." Hearing my words, his penis fucked even harder.

He was driving me crazy, and I started babbling incoherently: "Ah...ah...I'm going to die...dear brother...my darling...ah...I'm coming..." It felt so good, my vagina tightened, and a warm current surged from my body to his glans. I climaxed.

I couldn't help but cry out: "Ah...ah...ah...ah...I'm coming...I'm coming...ah..."

He still wouldn't let me go, continuing to thrust forcefully. His right hand reached for my anus, which was already soaked with my semen. He gently played with the entrance, making me moan "oh...oh..." again.

Suddenly, he stuck out his middle finger and squeezed a bit inside my anus. I cried out even more pleasure. [!--empirenews.page--]

"Oh...ah...this...what is this...feeling...oh...good...good...how can it be so...comfortable...ah...ah..." Attacked from both sides, my round, white buttocks swayed like waves.

He continued to thrust, penetrate, and grind, his penis growing longer and thicker with each thrust, filling me completely, each stroke hitting my G-spot. My

clitoris surged towards his glans, I climaxed repeatedly, my vagina trembling and contracting.

About ten more minutes passed, my climaxes continuous, I estimated he had thrust over a thousand times. He seemed unable to hold back any longer; I could clearly feel his glans swelling even more. He thrust in about fifty or sixty more times, thick, hot semen spraying deep into my vagina.

"Oh...good daughter-in-law...sexy...wife...I'm coming..."

"Heh...heh...good husband...dear brother...quick...quick...quickly...give...me...all...your...seeds..."

"Okay...okay...all...give...to...you...ah...ah...okay...so good...so good..."

He lay on top of me, our bodies pressed even closer together, and we collapsed on the sofa, unwilling to get up.

He kept telling me how good it felt when he fucked me.

After that, we often found opportunities to make love. Every time was like the first time, so intense and satisfying, and we were both very relaxed.

Whenever my husband went on a business trip, I wouldn't lock the door. While my mother-in-law was asleep, he would sneak into my room and be intimate with me.

When there wasn't a chance for a long time, we would take half a day off from work and have a big battle at a motel.

Our relationship has lasted for over a year now, and neither my husband nor my mother-in-law knows.

My father-in-law also treats me like his wife behind my mother-in-law's back, showering me with even more affection.

I have two men at the same time. Under the double protection of my husband and father-in-law, my life is more colorful.

However, sometimes I still can't help but feel guilty. I've thought more than once about ending this relationship that society considers "abnormal," but

I'm already on a sinking ship. [!--empirenews.page--] Now I'm over four months pregnant. I don't know who is the father of my little baby: my husband or my father-in-law? Whenever my father-in-law asks me to have sex, I can't resist his temptation. Because he can indeed give me a lot, a lot of stimulation and pleasure that my husband can't give me. Every time I finish making love with my father-in-law, I tell myself again and again that this is the "last time," but I still can't stop.

I believe that if a woman cheats, once she gets hooked, it's like being addicted to smoking—it's really hard to quit.

I don't encourage every woman to be like me.

However, making love with my father-in-law is indeed a pleasure. His gentleness, thoughtfulness, delightful techniques, and incredibly long-lasting sexual ability bring me to orgasm again and again, leaving me feeling blissful and relaxed…

I'm 26 years old this year and graduated from college. Before college, I didn't realize I was particularly beautiful.

But since graduating, my skin, appearance, and figure have changed quite a bit. I'm surprised and satisfied with these changes. Many people compliment my figure and appearance. When I meet my old classmates, they always look at me in amazement, saying things like, "Wow! You've changed! You're so beautiful!" or "You've grown up so much, you're so gorgeous!"

I'm 165cm tall, with measurements of 36D-23-36, and weigh 50kg. I have an oval face. I love my legs the most; they're not only perfectly proportioned, but also have fair, smooth, and delicate skin.

That's why I love wearing miniskirts and tank tops. This way, I can show off my ample breasts, slender waist, round and full hips, and long, shapely legs. I walk with a graceful gait, and whether it's men or women, everyone's eyes are always drawn to my stunning figure. Most men often give me admiring glances, and some are even speechless. I felt that the woman's vanity was greatly satisfied at this moment.

My husband was my classmate in college. We started dating during our student days. He was quite handsome, and our classmates envied us a lot. After graduation, he immediately enlisted in the army, and I quickly got a job at an IT company. [!--empirenews.page--]

Due to work requirements, I saved up enough money to buy a computer soon after starting. In the evenings, besides doing some unfinished work at the company, I also learned to use the internet.

After a while, I also learned about some pornographic websites and would occasionally browse them, looking at gossip, pictures, erotic novels, etc. Sometimes, when I saw something passionate, I would masturbate to relieve my longing for my boyfriend.

After waiting for two years, he finally finished his military service and successfully found a high-tech job. Two years ago, we finally got married.

Because he is an only child, my in-laws kept us with them and wouldn't let us live alone. We were very loving after the wedding, and my parents doted on us.

My father-in-law is 54 years old and works for a government-affiliated institution. He is tall and, I've heard, very handsome in his youth. Although he's now middle-aged, he shows no signs of aging. My mother-in-law is 52 years old and is a model of a virtuous and capable housewife. They are both very healthy. My mother-

in-law stays home during the day, cooking and cleaning, handling all the chores with ease, keeping the house spotless. This means I won't have to do housework and can fully dedicate myself to my husband. My job is quite stressful, and I have to dress formally for work. So, when I get home, I like to change into more relaxed clothes. I love wearing a short skirt and a thin T-shirt.

Perhaps it was this outfit that showed off my stunning figure and beautiful legs, attracting my father-in-law's attention.

A few weeks after our wedding, I noticed his eyes were always following me. I often found him leering at my every move, making me feel uncomfortable.

I thought I'd subtly hint to him at a suitable time to stop staring at me like that. But seeing how filial my husband was to my parents, I didn't know how to bring it up.

One day, my husband worked late and wouldn't be home until very late. With nothing to do, I browsed the internet. Of course, I inevitably visited some pornographic websites. [!--empirenews.page--]

I enjoy reading erotic novels. Some, though vulgar in language, are quite evocative and sometimes really make you have fantasies. Others use very elegant language, presenting erotic love stories admirably. Suddenly, a titled "The Lustful Father-in-Law Battles His Lewd Daughter-in-Law" caught my attention and drew me in. The more I read, the more shocked I became. It was a boldly explicit and extremely provocative article that made my body heat up. My hands unconsciously began to caress my entire body, my nipples hardened, and my genitals secreted copious amounts of lubrication, soaking my underwear.

Good heavens! After reading that article, I no longer minded my father-in-law's lecherous gaze. Instead, I began to feel a consistent attraction to this man in his fifties. I developed a peculiar curiosity: what it would be like to make love with a man much older than me.

From then on, whenever his gaze secretly fell upon me, I felt a strange excitement and satisfaction. I even wanted to intentionally or unintentionally expose the parts he wanted to see, to satisfy my desire to be spied on and his voyeuristic desires.

I also noticed that my father-in-law was becoming increasingly loving and caring towards me, to the point of being extremely attentive.

The incident happened almost three months after my marriage.

It was a hot Sunday, and my husband went to work early in the morning.

Around noon, my mother-in-law had just finished preparing lunch when my husband's uncle rushed in, saying there was something going on at my mother-in-law's family, and hurriedly took her away.

Only my father-in-law and I were left to have lunch. As soon as my mother-in-law left, my father-in-law called me to the restaurant for lunch.

I was wearing a loose, thin shirt with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows. Because it was hot, I had chosen a loose, small white bra—the kind that just covered my nipples, supported the lower part of my breasts, but left the upper part, and most of my breasts, exposed. I wore a simple white mini-skirt.

I sat opposite my father-in-law, and we ate and chatted casually.

But I noticed that my father-in-law was staring intently at my chest. Perhaps because my mother-in-law wasn't there, he was so boldly coveting me, making me a little uncomfortable, yet secretly excited. Gradually, I felt my underwear getting damp. My heart was filled with both excitement and a bit of panic; I could no longer taste the flavors of my mother-in-law's signature dishes. [!--empirenews.page--]

I stood up, bent down, and served my father-in-law a bowl of soup.

Because the first button of my shirt was undone, the bending over left my breasts wide open, half-revealed, half-exposed.

My father-in-law, of course, wouldn't let such a good opportunity pass; his gaze was fixed on my full and high breasts.

I knew he was peeping; he was so engrossed in watching that he'd forgotten to chew his food.

His eyes were fixed on what my bra couldn't cover, a lecherous gaze. I was even more excited, deliberately slowing my movements so he could get his fill.

Whether it was because he was completely captivated or just a coincidence, after I finished serving the soup and sat back down, his chopsticks suddenly fell to the floor. He immediately bent down to retrieve them. My natural reaction was to slightly spread my legs, giving him a "chance" to peek inside.

Sure enough, he searched for a long time, but still didn't return to his seat to eat. So I bent down to look at him.

He didn't know I was looking at him. His eyes were fixed on the patch of skin under my skirt that revealed my two pale thighs. Today I was wearing a white, almost transparent thong, barely covering my private parts, with a few pubic hairs peeking out from the sides.

My father-in-law was lying on the floor, his eyes practically right in front of my legs, staring intently at my lower body.

I spread my legs wider, letting my skirt open. My lower body was now only covered by the small, transparent thong.

His eyes were so intense, it felt like he was touching my swollen, throbbing genitals.

I suddenly felt my body heat up, and images of erotic scenes from articles I'd read online about "lustful father-in-law's battle with his slutty daughter-in-law" flashed through my mind.

I sat in the chair, involuntarily wriggling my hips, spreading my legs, anticipating the old man's violation from under the table.

My father-in-law finally snapped out of his daze, looked up, and noticed me staring at him. Our eyes met, and we both stood there awkwardly for a few seconds.

I was a little disappointed. Pretending nothing was wrong, I asked, "Dad! What's wrong?! Can't you find your chopsticks?"

"Oh...yes...yes...I see...they..." he stammered, seemingly swallowing hard as he spoke. He picked up the chopsticks and returned to his seat to eat.

After lunch, I cleared the table and went to the kitchen to clean up. My father-in-law sat on the sofa in the living room watching TV. After cleaning, I poured him a glass of juice.

As he took the juice, he deliberately touched my hand. I was startled, and before he could properly hold the glass, I released it, spilling the juice all over him.

I hurriedly apologized to my father-in-law, picked up the box of tissues from the coffee table, bent down, and wiped his body all over.

As I bent over, my breasts were exposed again, and my two smooth white hemispheres looked like they were about to fall out!

My father-in-law, sitting on the sofa, stared intently at my smooth white chest like a blazing torch.

It just so happened that the most spilled juice was near the zipper of my father-in-law's pants, so I grabbed several tissues and started wiping him there.

I noticed something bulging inside his pants, so I pretended not to notice and wiped it even harder.

My teasing became unbearable for him; his face flushed, his eyes burned, and his breathing quickened.

He raised his hand and slowly moved closer to me, but I continued wiping, still pretending not to notice.

Suddenly, I felt his strong arms encircle my waist. My reaction wasn't to immediately break free, but to wriggle my body, trying to keep him from getting too close. However, his hands moved around my waist, gradually becoming more and more brazen in their invasion.

My heart pounded even harder as he touched me, his soft hands continuing to caress my father-in-law's increasingly sensitive, raised area.

His hands slid down, cupping my buttocks and pulling me closer, until we were pressed together.

I felt a mix of panic and excitement, but I feigned surprise with a soft "Ouch..." without trying to pull away.

I deliberately tried to gently break free, blushing, and said, "No!"

He pulled me close, kissing my cheeks and gently biting my earlobe. [!--empirenews.page--]

I kept saying, "No..."

He slipped his tongue into my ear.

I cried out, my body going limp and trembling. His left arm encircled my waist, while his right hand touched my breasts, gently pressing them.

"Ah...no...don't do this...Daddy...Mommy will come back...ah...she...will come back..." I started babbling incoherently.

He ignored me and continued his lewd advances. I only heard him say, "My son is so lucky to have such a beautiful wife, why can't I, as his father..." As he spoke, he forcefully grabbed my hand, pulled me into his arms, and made me turn around. I also lay down on the sofa.

He rolled over and pressed himself on top of me, kissing my mouth while frantically unbuttoning my shirt.

I deliberately shook my head to avoid his kisses, but soon he kissed me anyway.

He lifted my shirt, pushed my small white bra up to my breasts, opened his mouth and took my pink nipple into his mouth, gently sucking on it.

"Ah...ah..." I gasped softly. He was still pressing his hard, steel-like penis against my private parts.

I felt like I was going to faint, and I gasped for breath, my hands gradually covering his head, but I kept saying, "No...no..."

He seemed to understand my reaction and stopped temporarily, but he was still pressing down on me, gazing at my beautiful face.

I opened my already hazy eyes and looked at him.

He said to me, "My good daughter-in-law, ever since your mother-in-law went through menopause, I've forgotten that there's such a delicacy as you in this world. Ever since you married into our family, I've been secretly watching you every day, admiring your beautiful body, hoping to have the chance to try a young and beautiful woman like you!" "

Dad...but...if my husband and mother...find out..."

"No buts, just this once, okay?! As long as we don't tell anyone, they won't know... Good wife, just this once, okay? I've been captivated by your body for months. Whenever you're home, I want to possess you all the time! Your pretty face, your ample breasts, your full arms, especially those snow-white, beautiful legs, they're constantly on my mind..." [!--empirenews.page--]

As the old man spoke, his hands were never idle, gently rubbing my breasts and pinching my nipples with his thumb and forefinger. My

nipples, originally only the size of soybeans, quickly hardened and enlarged under his thumb and forefinger, standing erect like a pair of bright red cherries. Really, old foxes are shrewder; he knows how to tease me better than my husband.

Fueled by a recent desire to try having sex with a man significantly older than me, I've become increasingly vulnerable to him.

However, he is, after all, my father-in-law. The thought of living in the same house in the future inevitably brings a mix of love and fear—a fear of being hurt.

"But…" I gasped, unable to speak, as he rubbed me with his hands and fingers.

"Good daughter-in-law, stop with the 'buts,' take advantage of the fact that no one's home today! I promise I'll love you even more in the future and won't let my son bully you!"

When a man wants your body, he'll make any demands and say anything, but deep down, a woman is still very happy to hear them.

But I still couldn't agree to him right away; I had to pretend a little longer: "But...but..."

He disregarded everything, bending down to kiss me, taking off my already loosened shirt, then reaching behind my back to unhook my bra and easily removing it.

A pair of white, tender, full, and firm breasts were completely exposed, and I unconsciously covered my nipples with my hands.

He pulled my hands away, his right hand grasping and kneading my left breast, while his mouth moved down to my right nipple, licking it back and forth with his tongue, waves of tingling pleasure washing over me.

He really was more skilled at flirting and more experienced than my husband.

A moment later, he switched sides, wrapping his right arm around me and using his left hand to rub the nipple he had just sucked on. His mouth, like a powerful vacuum cleaner, forcefully sucked at my left breast, as if trying to suck the entire breast into his mouth, his tongue circling my nipple. [!--empirenews.page--]

Oh my god! This feeling is so wonderful! My husband has never flirted with me like this before. I felt the love juices from my private parts soaking my underwear. My body was powerless to resist anymore, and my heart convinced me: "No need to pretend anymore. I should temporarily forget my husband and accept this excited older man. Perhaps today he can give me the kind of intimacy I can never get from my husband!" I decided to surrender to him.

He would occasionally suck while forcefully thrusting his hot penis against my private parts.

Soon, I let out muffled moans of "Mmm...Mmm..." as I became unbearably aroused.

Lost in pleasure, I unconsciously wrapped my arms around his head, demanding more.

He seemed to understand my desires, freeing his left hand from my right breast, gliding it over my smooth, sexy abdomen, down to my leg, and slipping it inside my short skirt. First, he touched my soft, burning thigh, caressing it boldly and reluctantly.

"Mmm...Mmm...Ah...Ah..." My moans grew louder.

His mouth was still sucking on my left breast. His body slid off me to the sofa chair, kneeling beside me. He used both his hands and mouth, his left hand gently caressing my legs, while his mouth sucked on my breast and gently bit my nipple.

"Mmm... ah..." I moaned contentedly, feeling incredibly good from the bites.

Then his mouth and tongue slowly moved from my left breast down my smooth abdomen, licking and kissing my legs. My eyes were hazy as I watched his kisses, which increased the stimulation, and my whole body trembled uncontrollably. I sat up slightly, leaning my head against the sofa armrest, half-reclining, so I could see more clearly the tenderness he was giving me.

I spread my legs wide, the skirt no longer concealing them, completely open on both sides. He knelt at my feet, resting his head on my pink thighs, looking at my alluring lower body. With the skirt open, I was left only with my panties to cover myself. [!--empirenews.page--]

My white, sheer thong panties, tied with bows on both sides, were already almost transparent from the dampness of my vagina, unable to hide the dark shadow beneath. Plenty of pubic hair peeked out from the sides of the sheer fabric, making my private parts appear swollen and bulging.

He drooled, seemingly jealous of my husband, saying, "My good daughter-in-law, little slut... truly a natural beauty. I'm so jealous of my son, able to enjoy this ultimate delicacy... his life is so much better than mine..."

"Father...father-in-law..."

"Little slut, I only realized today that you also have needs... I love your little thong to death!"

"Mmm...father-in-law...no..." He swallowed hard, and through the thin, transparent thong, he rubbed my private parts with his right index finger.

I tilted my head back, moaning, "Ah...ah..."

He rubbed faster and faster, my body trembling, and my entire crotch was wet and sticky, showing through the thin fabric. He stopped his finger attack, lowered his head to lick the honey-like fluid on the thin fabric, and with both hands pulled the bows on both sides of my thong, slowly untying and pulling them down, revealing my pubic hair.

"Ah...ah..." I offered a token resistance, then let him pull off my panties. Afterward, I wasn't ashamed and kept my legs wide open so he could see clearly. His eyes widened, staring at my beautiful vulva, his gaze growing increasingly adoring.

"You little slut, your pubic hair is so thick and bushy. Even when I was wearing panties, some of it was sticking out. If I'd known you were a horny woman, I wouldn't have held back until today." He said, lifting my legs onto his shoulders, my vulva completely exposed to him. He found my clitoris and gently pressed it with his fingertips.

"Oh...um...um..." Like being electrocuted, I went limp.

He began to "eat" me with his tongue, first licking my clitoris from bottom to top, making me wriggle my hips uncontrollably.

Then, following the ***, he sucked and licked those two fleshy parts, occasionally inserting the tip of his tongue deep into my ***, making me let out high-pitched moans. [!--empirenews.page--]

"Ah...ah...Dad...gently...no...harder...ah...so...so beautiful..."

"Don't call me Dad, I'm not your Dad now. Call me...brother...call me brother from now on!"

My *** secreted wave after wave, and he licked it all clean, still relentlessly attacking that darn spot of mine.

"Ouch...what should I do...I feel so good...ah...brother...ah...um...um..." I kept pushing my *** towards his mouth.

"Ouch...ah...ah...brother...stop...this...I can't take it...ah...um...no more...oh...no more..." He teased me for a while before stopping, his own mouth full of ***, looking utterly disheveled.

He took off his clothes.

I sat up with great interest and watched. When he took off his underwear, I saw his erect and thick penis and couldn't help but exclaim "Wow!" in surprise at its magnificence. It must have been at least eight inches long, at least two inches longer and much thicker than my husband's.

"Isn't my son's this big?" he asked me. I shook my head shyly.

He laughed and said, "I haven't even started yet!"

He came to me and took my slender hand to hold his burning hot penis. I complied with his wishes and began to stroke it back and forth. His penis was indeed much bigger than my husband's, harder than steel, with veins bulging on the shaft—both cute and terrifying. I stroked his hard penis up and down without stopping.

He held my head in both hands, pushing it towards his groin. I took his penis into my mouth and sucked hard, my left hand holding his leg, my right hand gently kneading his testicles. His glans was so big, filling my mouth completely.

"Good...good...so good, again..." he cried, gripping my head even harder. "Good...good wife...oh...so good..."

I sat in front of him, his penis constantly moving in and out of my mouth, glancing at him every now and then to see his reaction. His penis stood erect and proud, his face flushed with excitement, his expression radiant. I licked the engorged head of his penis with my tongue, occasionally biting it lightly with my teeth. "

Mmm...mmm...good...mmm...again..." He was extremely excited, pushing me down onto the sofa. He pressed down on me, our naked bodies pressed tightly together. He hugged me tightly with satisfaction and said, "You're so good. You lick even better than your mother-in-law did when she was young."

I obediently opened my legs, and his impatient penis darted around, unable to find the entrance. I moved my hips to help him, letting the glans touch the opening, which was already overflowing with fluid.

His right hand held his penis, rubbing the glans against my opening dozens of times before pushing open my vagina and thrusting forward to insert the glans. He thrust a few more times, until his entire penis was inside me, swallowed whole.

"Ah... um... so good..." I started moaning lasciviously. He began to work harder.

"Ah...ah...ouch...oh...good father-in-law...you're so big..." "

You can't call me father-in-law!" he said, "You have to call me husband..."

"Ah...good...husband...ah...so good...you...ah...so big...so hot..." I wrapped my legs high around his waist, thrusting my hips forward to meet his thrusts, shouting loudly, "Mmm...good husband...good...brother...brother...sister...so...comfortable...so...good..."

"My good slut, today I finally got you...it relieved my pent-up desire of months..."

"Good husband...so comfortable...ah...I love...husband so much...ah...ah..."

"From now on I am your good father-in-law, your ****...dear brother...brother...you are my darling...lover..."

"Ah...good husband...father...you're killing me...you're so big...so hard...so amazing...oh...oh...****...brother...faster...fuck...fuck...faster...a little...harder...to the left...uh...right there...ah...so comfortable...Yue, a little harder...ah..." I blurted out randomly.

He thrust even harder, and his penis was indeed longer, thicker, and harder than my husband's, it was really great. [!--empirenews.page--]

"Good husband...dear...father-in-law...ah...I feel so good...oh..."

"Slutty wife..." the father-in-law said, "You're so slutty, can my son...satisfy you?"

"Hmm...ah...he...can...but not as good as...you...dear father-in-law...you're better...you're so good at...fucking..."

"Hmm...like this...okay..." He thrust and rubbed from both sides.

"Father-in-law's penis...is it big...does it feel good to fuck you...your pussy is so beautiful...tighter than your mother-in-law's when she was young...I feel so good...you're squeezing me so tightly...I love you so much...love you..."

"Mmm...mmm...you're so amazing...so powerful...ah...ah...your cock...it's making my bones...all tingle...tingle...so much better than your son...ah...you've hit my G-spot again...ah..." He compared me to my mother-in-law, and I compared him to my husband.

The stimulation of sex only intensified our lust.

He really did fuck me better than my husband. My husband usually ejaculates after a few hundred thrusts, but he had already thrust more than a thousand times and was still attacking me fiercely.

"Oh..." I gently bit his shoulder, "So good... good brother... ah... I want you... I want you to fuck me every day... ah... I'm so beautiful..."

"Really?" he asked, "How do I compare to my son?"

"He... ah... he also fucks me... um... very good... but... dear brother... you're better... stronger... what you do... is incomparable to what he does... I... feel so good..."

Encouraged by me, he deliberately thrust deeper, pressing firmly against my clitoris, rotating his hips, kneading and grinding.

"Ah... oh... it really feels so good... ah... so good... from now on... ah... you're my... husband... ah... yes... like that... harder... ah..." Hearing my words, his penis fucked even harder. [!--empirenews.page--]

I was so overwhelmed by his fucking that I started babbling incoherently: "Ah...ah...I'm going to die...dear brother...my darling...ah...I'm coming..." It felt so good, my vagina tightened, and a warm current surged from my body to his glans. I climaxed.

I couldn't help but cry out: "Ah...ah...ah...ah...I'm coming...I'm coming...ah..."

He still wouldn't let me go, continuing to thrust forcefully. His right hand reached for my anus, which was already soaked with my juices. He gently played with the entrance, making me moan "oh...oh..." again.

Suddenly, he stuck out his middle finger and squeezed a bit inside my anus. I cried out even more pleasure.

"Oh...ah...what...what is this...feeling...oh...good...good...how can it be so...comfortable...ah...ah..." He attacked me from both sides, my round, white buttocks swaying like waves.

He continued to thrust, penetrate, and grind, his penis growing longer and thicker with each thrust, filling me completely, each stroke hitting my G-spot.

My clitoris surged towards his glans, I climaxed repeatedly, my vagina trembling and contracting.

About ten more minutes passed, my climaxes continuous, I estimated he had thrust over a thousand times. He seemed unable to hold back any longer; I could clearly feel his glans swelling even more. He thrust in about fifty or sixty more times, thick, hot semen spraying deep into my vagina.

"Oh...good daughter-in-law...slutty...wife...I'm coming..."

"Heh...heh...good husband...dear brother...quick...quick...quickly...give...me...all...your...seeds..."

"Okay...okay...all...give...to...you...ah...ah...okay...so good...so good..."

He lay on top of me, our bodies pressed even closer together, and we collapsed on the sofa, unwilling to get up.

He kept telling me how good it felt when he fucked me.

After that, we often found opportunities to make love. Every time was like the first time, so intense, and we were both very relaxed. [!--empirenews.page--]

Whenever my husband went on a business trip, I wouldn't lock the bedroom door. While my mother-in-law was asleep, he would sneak into my room and be intimate with me.

When we haven't had a chance for a long time, we take half a day off work to have sex at a motel.

Our relationship has lasted for over a year now, and my husband and mother-in-law still don't know. My

father-in-law also treats me like his wife behind my mother-in-law's back, and he dotes on me even more.

I have two men at the same time. Under the double care of my husband and father-in-law, my life is more colorful.

But sometimes I still feel guilty. I've thought more than once about ending this relationship that society considers "abnormal," but I'm already on a sinking ship.

Now I'm over four months pregnant. I don't know who the father of my little baby is: my husband or my father-in-law? Whenever my father-in-law asks me to have sex, I can't resist his temptation. Because he truly gives me so much, so much excitement and pleasure that my husband can't provide. Every time I make love with my father-in-law, I tell myself again and again that this is the "last time," but I still can't stop.

I believe that if a woman cheats, once she gets hooked, it's like smoking—it's really hard to quit.

I don't encourage every woman to be like me.

But making love with my father-in-law is indeed a pleasure. His gentleness, thoughtfulness, captivating technique, and incredibly long-lasting sexual ability bring me to orgasm again and again, leaving me feeling blissful, relaxed, and happy…

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