Mother-in-law sex slave

(I)

I am 26 years old this year. I am from Hebei Province. After graduating from university, I was assigned to Changsha and work in accounting at a foreign company.

My wife, Wang Juan, is 22 years old and works as a tour guide at CYTS. We got married the year before last. Because I don't have a house, I live at her house. Wang Juan's father passed away five years ago.

Her mother is a leading actress in the city's Yue Opera troupe. She is 45 years old this year and often faints due to low blood pressure, so she is on long-term sick leave at home.

I originally wouldn't have looked down on such a family and would never have married Wang Juan. However, Wang Juan is very kind and beautiful, so I just wanted her to be a good person.

The first time I visited her home, I discovered that her mother was truly a beautiful woman.

That day, her mother was wearing a white silk short dress.

She had short, wavy chestnut hair, long, shapely legs clad in stockings and high heels. When she sat down, her skirt rode up above her knees, revealing a large section of her alluring thighs, even the wide lace trim of her stockings was visible.

She gave the impression of being elegant and very beautiful.

After the marriage, my mother-in-law treated me very well, often buying me clothes and treats. I knew she wasn't well-off, and I told her several times I didn't need them.

My mother-in-law smiled and said, "A son-in-law is half a son. I don't have a son, so you are my own son."

Her words almost brought tears to my eyes. Because my mother passed away early, I didn't receive much maternal love. I am so fortunate to have received maternal love again.

For the past two years, the three of us have lived a harmonious and loving life.

Last autumn, my mother-in-law's cold flared up again, causing her to faint frequently. This Spring Festival, she even fell into a coma and was kept alive by IV fluids. This worried my wife terribly.

We sought medical help everywhere, but with little effect. She eventually woke up, but with amnesia, remembering nothing.

She sits blankly on the sofa watching TV every day, not even recognizing me or Wang Juan. Sometimes she speaks like a child, asking for food, drink, and to go out and play.

We both work during the week, so we have to leave her home alone, rushing home as soon as we get off work to check on her.

Last month, two major things happened: my wife became pregnant, which was good news; my mother-in-law went missing, which was bad news.

That noon, my wife went to the department store to buy things and took my mother-in-law for a walk.

My mother-in-law got lost in the crowd at the department store... My wife was frantic.

She searched everywhere but couldn't find her. Finally, she called me, crying and begging. I quickly called her workplace and the police station, hoping they could help look for her. My

wife finally found her in the middle of the night, more than ten kilometers from home.

The first thing she asked me was, "Where did you go after running out of the department store? I've been looking for you for so long!"

Everyone was stunned.

After this experience, we hired a nanny to take care of her, so she wouldn't get lost again.

For over a month, Wang Juan and I haven't had any marital relations, partly because my wife is pregnant, and partly because she's in a bad mood. I am, after all, a young man full of vigor. Several times I couldn't resist hugging her and trying to force myself on her, but she firmly refused.

"Don't you have any humanity? My mother's in this state, and you still have the heart to do that?!"

"Your mother, your mother. All you care about is your mother, don't you care about me?"

"I can't help it, just hold back!"

...

The nanny was a rural woman, uneducated, dark-skinned and ugly, five years older than my mother-in-law, very carefree, and sometimes when she changed my mother-in-law's clothes, she didn't even try to hide it from me.

Wang Juan had said something to her, but she said, "You city people are so fussy, what's there to be afraid of when we're all family?"

That day, the nanny was bathing my mother-in-law in the bathroom, the door wasn't locked, and I didn't know beforehand, so I opened the door and went in, and my naked mother-in-law was completely exposed to me!!

A snow-white, mature woman's body, well-proportioned, with rosy areolas on her two full breasts. Her slender waist and swaying, rounded, full buttocks were incredibly sexy.

And I even saw my mother-in-law's vulva, plump and high, with sparse pubic hair…

I was startled at first, then closed the door and went back to my room. From that day on, whenever I had free time, my mother-in-law's naked body would often appear before my eyes…

my mind was filled with images of my naked, extremely alluring mother-in-law.

I cursed myself for being shameless, for thinking such lewd thoughts, but a fire seemed to be burning inside me, making my penis erect.

I found a Japanese adult film on my computer, "Beautiful Female Teacher (Uncensored)," and watched it while masturbating, finally ejaculating after a long time.

From then on, whenever I had free time, I would watch Japanese porn, mostly about mature women engaging in promiscuity, and also

about mother-son incest. At first, I would curse the Japanese for being perverted and disgusting while watching, but gradually I became addicted. Not only did I not reject it, but I also specifically watched porn and read novels about mature women engaging in incest online. I would fantasize that the male protagonist in those porn was me, and the female protagonist was my mother-in-law.

In deep self-reproach, and with the loud moans in my ears, I gradually entered a state of ecstasy. The abnormal stimulation surpassed the effect

of sex with my wife. During this period, except when I was at work, whenever I returned home, that perverted desire to have sex with my mother-in-law constantly reminded my poor peripheral nerves. It was addictive, like a drug addiction.

I could no longer control my reason—I was heading towards the abyss.

(II)

"Honey, I'm leading a tour group to Zhangjiajie for the May Day holiday. We don't have enough tour guides for the Golden Week, so my boss asked me to go."

"Then take care of yourself. Go ahead. How many days?"

"Seven days. You stay home and keep Mom company, and don't go out."

"Okay. I know."

"Have you been feeling unwell lately? You seem listless and quiet."

"No, I'm just tired from work."

"Then you should rest well during the May Day holiday."

On April 30th, my wife led a tour group. Before leaving, she gave the nanny a long list of precautions.

The nanny rolled her eyes impatiently.

After my wife left, at lunchtime, while the nanny was cleaning up in the kitchen, I pretended to drop my chopsticks on the floor and bent down to pick them up.

My mother-in-law was wearing white short stockings! I couldn't resist and reached out to touch her calf. To my surprise, my mother-in-law didn't react at all.

I walked up to her and casually touched her face. She looked up at me indifferently. My heart felt like it was about to jump out of my chest.

"Mom, do you recognize me?" I asked, my hand caressing her breast through her clothes.

"Who are you?"

"Great, she's not offended at all. I can finally move on to the next step of my plan." A wicked thought rose in my mind.

"Aunt Zhang, isn't your son in vocational school? Is he coming home for May Day?"

"No, the train tickets are expensive. He doesn't come home unless there's something going on. It's a waste of money."

"Then why don't you go see him this afternoon? I'm not going out this afternoon."

"Well... never mind, there's nothing to see. I just saw him last month."

An hour later, Aunt Zhang came again.

"If you're not going out this afternoon, I'll go check on my son. I'll be back before dinner."

"Okay, have dinner with your son before you come back. I'll heat up any leftovers for my mom."

"Good, you're so compassionate. This family is so lucky to have such a wonderful son-in-law like you."

Aunt Zhang left satisfied, leaving only my mother-in-law and me at home. I locked the door and went to my mother-in-law's bedroom.

She was taking a nap, with short, wavy chestnut hair, wearing a long white dress, her two snow-white legs completely exposed, and white stockings on her feet.

My heart immediately started pounding. I made up my mind to have sex with her, quickly, without anyone finding out.

I gently massaged her stockinged feet, and through the thin stockings, I could clearly feel the warmth emanating from the soft soles of her feet. Her feet were beautifully shaped, fair and delicate, with neatly arranged toes. I repeatedly licked the soles of my mother-in-law's white stockings with my tongue, inhaling the mature woman's fragrance—it was quite amusing…

My mother-in-law woke up, probably because of what I had done. I ripped off her clothes; except for a pair of white ankle stockings, she was now almost completely naked. She passively accepted everything.

I cupped her face and examined her closely. She was very beautiful, with an oval face, a high nose, and a pair of large, sexy, watery eyes.

My wife should thank her for this; my mother-in-law is 45 this year, but she looks younger than she actually is, and her figure is much better.

This is probably the result of her years of singing and practicing opera.

Her breasts were full, and her rosy nipples, when erect, resembled peanuts—very large. Her lower abdomen was flat, her thighs were round and firm, and when her legs were together, there wasn't a single gap between them.

Before me was a beautiful, delicate face…

I couldn't resist kissing her small lips, slipping my tongue into her open mouth.

My mother-in-law had long forgotten her status; she passively opened her mouth slightly, welcoming my tongue, a confused and complex expression on her pretty face.

I greedily sucked on her tongue, our saliva mingling; I loved the sweet taste in her mouth.

I stood between her legs, forcefully spreading her thighs apart with both hands. Her protruding mons pubis and sparse pubic hair were incredibly alluring. My fingers played with my mother-in-law's pink labia.

When two of my fingers were fully inserted into her warm, moist vagina, she knew what was about to happen, and her snow-white face instantly flushed red. She twisted her body, but to no avail.

My mother-in-law, who was usually so noble, elegant, sacred, and unapproachable, could only watch as a strange man's hands groped her snow-white body, and she could only silently endure it, unmoved.

I gently pinched the tender flesh inside her body...

"...Mmm...Mmm..." My mother-in-law hummed through her nose, showing that she was still very sensitive.

"Ugh...it hurts...no..." My mother-in-law frowned in discomfort and began to resist, twisting her body forcefully. The muscles in her legs tensed up, her toes pointed upwards, and her feet spread as if trying to tear her white stockings.

I knew this wasn't a groan of pain, but a cry of lust.

"Can I fuck you?" I asked her lewdly. She still pushed my hand away.

"No, it hurts."

"I'm your husband, I'm here to make you feel good. You haven't been fucked in five years, have you? Hehe..."

"Really?? You're my husband?? I can't remember anything. I'm just afraid of pain, I don't want your hand on my lower body, it's so itchy."

I thrust hard into her vagina, and my mother-in-law's lower body became increasingly wet, making a "squeak, squeak" sound.

Her face turned pink, and her expression became somewhat excited. Her buttocks were slightly raised, her long legs were bent weakly, and she was panting heavily.

I saw her vaginal fluid flowing around the entrance of her vagina. I

couldn't help but admire: she was in the prime of her life, her sexual desire was so strong.

(III)

"Husband, they said you were dead, but they were just lying to me." My mother-in-law really thought I was her husband.

"I'm going on a long trip, you have to listen to me, or I will never come to see you again."

"Okay."

"Wife, why is your vagina so tight?" "

You ask such a silly question, I was born by cesarean section, isn't my vagina stretched?"

"Oh, I know, no wonder I thought your vagina was similar to Wang Juan's."

I almost said—no wonder I thought your vagina was similar to Wang Juan's.

"No wonder I think your vagina is the same as before." I said with a dry smile.

The mother-in-law chuckled after hearing this, looking at her snow-like skin with a charming smile.

I couldn't help but push my fingers hard into her pussy. The mother-in-law's thighs were trembling, and the two pieces of tender meat from the vaginal opening were brought in and out. "Oh,...um...um...ah..." the mother-in-law kept moaning.

"Are you comfortable? Wife?"

"Oh... so comfortable..."

I put my arms around her neck and tried to kiss her mouth. My mother-in-law kissed me very cooperatively. I sucked her tongue into my mouth and kept stirring her tongue. The saliva in their mouths kept exchanging.

She has a beautiful back, sexy hips, and round and slender legs that look very sexy. You can see my dick is so hard that it sticks up high.

"Wife, hold your thighs with both hands, spread them wide, and expose your hole. I want to make you feel even better."

My mother-in-law obediently lay back on the bed, spreading her thighs apart with her hands, exposing her tempting honey hole to my view, and obediently pinching her two wet labia minora apart with her fingers.

I held her slender waist with one hand and adjusted the position of my penis with the other, aligning the glans with her honey hole. With a soft "plop," half of my penis was enveloped by her wet and hot vagina without any gap, and with another thrust, my entire penis was tightly held by her wet and hot vagina.

My mother-in-law closed her eyes and breathed softly.

I pulled my penis out again and then inserted it again, and my mother-in-law moaned with pleasure with each thrust.

"Wife, your pussy is so tight, it feels so good to fuck you." I teased her. I grabbed my mother-in-law's two fair and tender legs with both hands, and began to thrust my large penis into her honey hole with great force.

My penis went in all the way to the hilt every time! It pushed open her two labia and went straight to her clitoris, making a "slap slap" sound when my body collided with her buttocks.

Her moans became higher and higher. "Oh... ah... ah ah..."

"...No... ah ah... so hard... I'm coming... ouch..." She actually cried out in her dazed state.

I thrust my penis in and out quickly, and due to my intense thrusting, her body vibrated violently, and her vaginal fluids gushed out continuously. The lustful fluids flowing from my mother-in-law's lower body had already flowed down to her inner thighs.

Suddenly, her vagina gripped my penis tightly and trembled. I felt a hot rush to my glans. Her legs were stiff and straight. Her body was convulsing. Her nipples, pink from the stimulation of orgasm, stood erect.

After a while, she let out a long sigh and opened her beautiful eyes. She looked at me tenderly, her eyes seeming to regain their sparkle. The look in her eyes at that moment was peculiar.

I was inevitably a little nervous about having sex with her for the first time. I couldn't hold back for more than twenty minutes. After a few quick thrusts, I slammed my penis into her vagina, ejaculating deep into my mother-in-law's womb...

The white semen flowed down her buttocks.

I then pulled her into a side-lying position on the bed. I placed my mother-in-law's two snow-white legs on my shoulders, kneading her beautiful, full breasts while pinching her erect nipples.

I began to slowly but forcefully thrust into my mother-in-law's vagina, which was still dripping with white semen. Her body convulsed with each thrust.

Gradually, I felt her labia and vaginal walls gripping my penis tighter and tighter. The sounds of our thrusting filled the air once more. The vaginal fluid squeezing out of my mother-in-law's vagina had soaked a small patch of the sheets—good heavens, she was having an orgasm.

My mother-in-law's moans continued incessantly. Under my careful guidance, she was radiating feminine charm, her pent-up desires from five years of widowhood erupting forth. She swayed her plump, white buttocks wantonly, her vagina eagerly stroking my penis.

Her vaginal fluid was flowing so much that her vulva was soaking wet, making my lower body uncomfortable. I took one of her white-stockinged feet off my shoulder and pressed it against my large penis. My mother-in-law, understanding the situation, used her beautiful white-stockinged foot to wipe my lower body, and soon the instep and toes of her foot were soaked with her juices...

After resting, I rallied and, with renewed vigor, kept changing positions to have sex with her, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm over an hour. Only after I ejaculated on her twice more did I finally climb off her naked body, completely satisfied.

I cleaned up the battlefield and tidied up the house.

(IV)

After intense sexual satisfaction came endless regret and emptiness—I, who had never visited a prostitute before, had now become a fierce lecher.

Around 7 p.m., Aunt Zhang returned home, and everything at home was as usual. I was playing on the computer in my room, while my mother-in-law sat blankly on the sofa watching TV, as if nothing had happened.

I couldn't sleep that night, constantly thinking about what had happened during the day. I wondered how much this would affect my future life.

I had cheated on my mother-in-law, satisfying my immediate sexual urges, but should I continue this illicit relationship?

If anyone found out, I'd be finished. Especially, I couldn't let Wang Juan know. Was this a good thing or a bad thing for me?

But my mother-in-law's beauty was irresistible. Her natural beauty, coupled with over 20 years of singing female roles and being immersed in art, made her look more than ten years younger than her actual age. Making love with her was more passionate than with my wife.

The next day, my mother-in-law, as usual, spent most of her time watching TV, without saying a word. While Aunt Zhang was out buying groceries, I asked her, "Mom, do you remember who I am?"

She looked up, scrutinized me for a moment, and said, "You're my husband."

My God!!! She remembers?! I was shocked.

I then asked her about what I did to her yesterday, and her eyes went blank, and she started giving irrelevant answers. She

couldn't recall anything at all about how I had made her feel like she was dying of pleasure. I breathed a sigh of relief, a huge weight lifted from my heart.

The demon within me had finally triumphed over reason; the evil fire of lust had burned away my conscience. I was going to control this voluptuous woman and make her my sex slave.

Wang Juan called from out of town to ask how we were doing. She was worried about her mother. I told her on the phone that everything was fine and suggested she come back to thank me with something.

My wife said, "Okay, I'll satisfy you this once. She won't be back for another six days. Be patient."

Things in this world are unpredictable. Wang Juan would never have dreamed that her dignified and beautiful mother had already orgasmed several times...

Aunt Zhang is home every day, so I don't have a chance to make a move on my mother-in-law. Are these remaining six days going to be wasted? I became addicted, like someone hooked on opium. I played with my calculator while racking my brains, and finally came up with a good place—my basement.

I live on the sixth floor, and each household on the ground floor has a 9-square-meter basement with a door and lock.

There were only a few pieces of old furniture in my basement.

I decided to take my mother-in-law there. Just thinking about having another chance to be intimate with her made my mouth dry with excitement.

After lunch, I said to Aunt Zhang, "Aunt Zhang, I'm taking my mom out for a walk."

"Great! You should have taken your mom out for a walk sooner. It's not good for her health to sit at home all the time."

(V)

Today, my mother-in-law was wearing a white silk short-sleeved shirt, a gray long skirt, flesh-colored stockings on her shapely legs, and white high heels.

Aunt Zhang saw us off at the door and watched us go down the stairs.

"Han Dong, tell your mom to walk slowly down the stairs and be careful of cars when crossing the road."

"Don't worry, I'm with you," I said to Aunt Zhang.

Just then, my mother-in-law said to me, "Honey, where are we going?"

Hearing her call me "honey" in front of Aunt Zhang, I was so shocked I almost fell over. My heart was pounding.

Luckily, Aunt Zhang was hard of hearing and didn't hear me. The security door slammed shut, and she went back inside.

God help me! That was close! If Aunt Zhang had heard that, she would have definitely told Wang Juan. Wouldn't I be in big trouble then?!

We didn't leave the building; we went straight to the basement. Watching my elegant and beautiful mother-in-law being led to the basement, I was overjoyed. I had another chance to sleep with her; I was so excited my mouth was dry.

The windowless basement only contained a few pieces of old furniture, but because Wang Juan cleaned it regularly, it was quite clean.

I deftly turned on the light and locked the door.

"Wife, did you miss me?" I said, touching her full breasts and private parts. "Mmm. Don't touch me there." My mother-in-law twisted her hips, still a little shy.

"I'm your husband, can I do it to you now? You'll feel very comfortable." I asked her lewdly.

"Husband. No, if someone sees us, it'll be so embarrassing. Let's go home and do it?" My mother-in-law said shyly. Although she had amnesia, in her remaining consciousness, there was still the self-respect of a respectable woman.

"If you don't let me do it to you, I'll never talk to you again. No one will see us here, be good!" I coaxed her like a child, impatiently hugging her waist and kissing her.

My mother-in-law looked at me with a sorrowful and helpless gaze, letting me roughly strip off her clothes.

She stood naked on the floor, almost completely unclothed, her legs slightly parted. I squatted in front of her, my mouth darting and licking her pubic hair.

I used my tongue to part her pink labia, forcefully probing into her tiny vaginal opening, in and out, then in again. My mother-in-law closed her eyes, her face flushed, constantly gasping for breath.

Waves of stimulation left her completely disoriented, her body trembling, her vagina contracting repeatedly.

With a soft moan, my tongue touched her most sensitive spot. My teeth gently bit her clitoris, and my mouth sucked hard, making soft, wet sounds.

"No...don't kiss...ah. Husband...mmm..." My mother-in-law's voice sounded like she was in pain but also enjoying it. I didn't stop my mouth, but instead cupped her full breasts in my hands, kneading her soft, smooth breasts into various shapes. I pinched and twisted her two swollen nipples, stretching them. My thumbs slowly circled her nipples.

"Don't suck there anymore, ouch!" My mother-in-law's waist swayed wildly, her whole body trembling, her high-heeled feet stomping the ground. I increased the intensity of my sucking.

Suddenly, a spurt of slightly salty vaginal fluid sprayed into my mouth.

My mother-in-law seemed to faint, leaning softly against me, her chestnut-brown wavy short hair falling down to cover her face, and she was breathing heavily.

My tongue had brought her to orgasm.

I picked her up and sat her on the desk. I took off her high heels and gently massaged her stockinged feet. Through the thin stockings, I could clearly feel the warmth from her soles. Her feet were beautifully shaped. I used the insides of her stockinged feet to hold my penis, rubbing it back and forth. So warm, so smooth.

Soon, my penis was erect and rock hard. I placed my mother-in-law's legs on my shoulders, held her slender waist, and thrust my penis into her wet, warm vagina. My mother-in-law tilted her head back and let out a muffled groan.

I pressed my lips against her soft lips, kissing and sucking them forcefully.

With each vigorous thrust, my whole body swayed, the old desk creaked, and my mother-in-law's moans continued unabated.

"Ah, husband, um... be gentle... too hard... ah... no... so hard..."

My penis plunged in to the very core with each stroke, the rapid impact making a "slap slap" sound, like lightning-fast fucking, fully arousing my mother-in-law's desire.

A blush rose to her pale face. She twisted her body, her toes pointing upwards, her feet spread as if trying to tear her stockings.

"Oh... husband, you're so good! Oh... oh... this is real sex... ah... gentle... ouch..."

My mother-in-law's soul-stirring moans were incredibly moving. Her small hands gripped my arm so tightly it hurt. Her sexy buttocks thrust forward eagerly, responding to my penetration. Her juices flowed around her vaginal opening, and loud splashing sounds echoed from where we were joined.

Having experienced her before, I wasn't nervous this time, and I lasted longer. Waves of pleasure washed over me, and I groaned with pleasure…

I grasped one of her stockinged feet and bit it with my mouth; her soft toes curled up forcefully, the stockings at the toes soaked with my saliva.

Just then, a girl's voice came from outside the door: "Daddy, stop looking! Quickly, push the cart for me!"

Good heavens, someone was peeping through the crack in the door!

This unexpected discovery terrified me; I immediately ejaculated before I could even finish. I hurriedly put on my pants, threw my mother-in-law's shirt and long skirt at her, and said to her in a very low voice, "Hurry up and put on your clothes!"

A moment later, I heard the sound of a door closing outside, and the bicycle was pushed away with a clatter.

My mother-in-law smiled charmingly and pulled at my panicked self, saying, "Honey, I want more, come again."

"Come on, you little cunt, let's go!"

(VI)

What a disaster! I was enjoying myself when I didn't realize someone was eavesdropping outside the door. The people living upstairs were all from my mother-in-law's workplace. Who was this guy? Would he go around telling everyone?

I was so anxious that I didn't even eat dinner and went to bed early. I'm naturally timid, and I want to sleep whenever something happens. I thought the girl's voice sounded a bit like Beibei's from the third floor. Whatever, as long as I didn't catch her in the act, I resolutely denied doing it.

The next morning, my phone rang. It was Director Yu from my unit. He asked if I hadn't gone out for the May Day holiday. I said I stayed home with my mother-in-law.

"Your deputy director in the finance department is being sent to the Xi'an branch. I recommended you to the general manager. He might want to talk to you after the holiday, so you should prepare."

"Thank you for your help, Brother Yu. I'll thank you properly after it's done. But what should I talk about?"

"I'll treat you to lunch the day after tomorrow. I'll teach you a lesson, kid. See you at the usual place." Director Yu hung up after saying that.

This Director Yu is incredibly shrewd and capable; he's the youngest director in our Hong Kong GE Group company, in charge of human resources, and he's only thirty-two this year.

For the past two years, he's been very attentive to me, often treating me to meals and heart-to-heart talks.

Logically speaking, a high-ranking manager like him wouldn't deign to associate with a lowly accountant like me. Frankly, I really don't know what he sees in me. It makes me feel flattered and overwhelmed. Do I feel like I'm destined to have a benefactor? …

I feel he genuinely wants to be my friend, treating me like a brother. He has no ulterior motives.

I consult him about everything, and he always goes out of his way to help me. When we're not at the office, I call him Brother Yu.

Since becoming good friends with him, I feel like I have a powerful backer in my career. My work is going much more smoothly. This Hong Kong group company is a private enterprise that doesn't prioritize seniority in hiring; anyone with ability is given a position. I dream of becoming the Deputy Chief Financial Officer someday—that would be awesome!

My top priority right now is to become the Deputy Director of Finance. To be honest, I think I'm capable of being a good Deputy Director, but I've just never had the chance. This is finally a golden opportunity, and I absolutely can't miss it.

Around 10 a.m., the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find Section Chief Zhang from the theater company's administration department.

"Xiao Han, I've brought theater tickets for your mother-in-law."

"Section Chief Zhang, please come in."

Section Chief Zhang was in his thirties, slightly overweight, and wore black-rimmed glasses. He was once my mother-in-law's student and was very warm-hearted. After entering the house, he saw my mother-in-law and said respectfully, "Hello, Teacher Liu. You look great lately, much more energetic than when I last visited."

My mother-in-law looked at Section Chief Zhang and said, "Who are you? Please sit down."

"I'm your student, Zhang Wenbin. I've brought you theater tickets for our troupe's new play, *The Story of the Western Wing*."

"Zhang Wenbin?"

"Remember me?"

"No." My mother-in-law shook her head.

Section Chief Zhang took the tea I offered and said with a wry smile, "Xiao Han, you know, with science so advanced these days, how come we can't cure your mother-in-law's illness? Heaven has no eyes; good people don't get rewarded."

"Yes, Section Chief Zhang. We've been to so many hospitals, but nothing works. There's nothing we can do. I heard my mother-in-law say before that she was your homeroom teacher?"

"That's right, she taught us classes. Back then, Teacher Liu was only in her thirties. We students were all fourteen or fifteen. Teacher Liu was very strict with us when it came to opera; even the most mischievous students were completely under her control. We gave her the nickname 'Heroine.'" "

Really? Is she that good? I can't tell." I felt that he was exaggerating a bit.

"Don't you believe me? I've never seen a more dedicated teacher in the troupe. None of her students could slack off; it was hard not to become a star. However, Teacher Liu was very caring towards her students in their daily lives, like an older sister, and we all loved her. Back then, there was a boy in our class who was an orphan. His family was so poor that they couldn't even afford food. Teacher Liu saw that he was a promising talent and encouraged him not to give up his studies. She bought him his meal tickets every month and would take him home for holidays. We students were so envious..."

"I've never heard my mother-in-law mention this orphan?"

"He used to come to your house often, but he stopped coming after your father-in-law passed away."

"Where did he go? What's his name?" I was very curious.

"He's in high society now. His name is... let's not talk about it. It's all in the past."

Section Chief Zhang took out two cigarettes and offered me one, but I said I didn't.

We chatted for a while longer. Section Chief Zhang was very interested in my workplace, asking all sorts of questions. When he heard that I earned over two thousand yuan a month, he was incredibly envious.

He said that the theater troupe wasn't doing well these days, and there were too few teachers like Teacher Liu who loved art and students. Good actors all wanted to become movie stars and make big money, so they all switched jobs. There were fewer and fewer young people in the theater audience. He might be unemployed one day.

At this time, the doorbell rang. I went to open the door and saw that it was Beibei, "Uncle, is my dad at your house?"

"Yes, Beibei, come in."

Section Chief Zhang heard Beibei calling him and ran out quickly, "Oh, I forgot to take the child to piano lessons. Teacher Liu, Xiao Han, I'm leaving."

After seeing off Section Chief Zhang, I saw my mother-in-law sitting on the sofa, watching TV and eating oranges, very leisurely and contented.

While Aunt Zhang was cooking, I walked up to her and stroked my mother-in-law's smooth and clean cheek. "I didn't expect that you were an artist with both virtue and skill before? I'm very interested in getting you."

My mother-in-law looked up at me and smiled silly and charmingly.

"Who do you think I am?" I said to my mother-in-law.

"You are my husband." said the mother-in-law.

"Hey, you little devil, you remember me so well! So what if I shot two tubes of semen in you? You're not allowed to call me 'husband' anymore."

A wicked thought flashed through my mind. I was going to take her to a play, find a place outside to "train" her, and then have sex with her again. After Wang Juan came back, I wouldn't touch her again.

I really admired my own cleverness; I could come up with such a brilliant idea. I was so excited I was practically pounding my ribs, and my little brother was bulging in my crotch.

The play started at seven in the evening, and my mother-in-law and I sat in the theater early, waiting. As soon as the gongs and drums sounded, men and women in ancient costumes performed an ancient love story on stage.

"The Romance of the Western Chamber"—I'd read the book before. Wasn't it just the story of Zhang Sheng and Cui Yingying's secret vows? Watching the Yue Opera performers sing a single line and then

drag it out for ages, I was almost falling asleep. My mother-in-law, however, was thoroughly enjoying it, tapping out a drumbeat on her lap with one hand and softly singing along, causing several audience members in the front row to occasionally turn and give her disgusted looks.

My mother-in-law continued to do as she pleased, occasionally muttering her own comments.

"Zhang Sheng's line was too fast, he was rushing it." A moment later, she said, "Yingying's line ended too low."

I really wondered if she had amnesia? Her memory was better than most people's.

The theater ended around 9 PM. My mother-in-law and I walked home; it's a 20-minute walk from the theater. I led her along a side street, and based on my plan, I found the three-story hotel. They had hourly rooms for 10 yuan an hour, no registration required.

I'd stayed here before when I worked late and didn't want to disturb Wang Juan and her friends.

The waiter opened a room on the third floor, glanced at us, and said, "There's hot water in the tea room downstairs, help yourself." Then he swished away with a bunch of keys.

The room had no bathroom, no TV, just two single beds, and half the curtains were broken and hanging down. Oh well, it'll do. I'm not staying overnight anyway, just going to have sex with her and leave.

My breathing became heavy. I locked the door; time was of the essence, and the task was urgent. I grabbed my mother-in-law's waist. "Artist, let me give you a little gymnastics lesson first."

"Ouch!...Honey, don't take your clothes off anymore! I want to go home." My mother-in-law actually resisted. I forcibly tied her hands behind her back, removed her white silk blouse with a ruffled collar, and used her pale purple bra to bind her hands.

I pushed her onto the bed, and she tried to sit up, but I pushed her down again, leaving her lying on the bed in a V-shape, panting heavily. I pulled off her gray long skirt and pink silk panties, threw her white high heels to the side of the bed, and lifted one of her rounded legs, covered in flesh-colored stockings, high up.

"Look who I am!" I said to my mother-in-law.

"You're my husband," she said.

"From now on, you're not allowed to call me 'husband.' Call me Han Dong. If you call me 'husband' again, I won't talk to you anymore."

"You are my husband," my mother-in-law said firmly.

Damn it, stubborn as ever, huh? I'll see how I deal with you. I opened my small briefcase and pulled out a thin, needle-like object from the innermost layer—a pig bristle.

Back then, the Kuomintang reactionaries used this thing to interrogate female Communist Party members; I learned it from a book about Zhao Yiman.

I jumped onto the bed and straddled her lower abdomen. With one hand, I grasped one of her full breasts, pinching her deep red nipple between my thumb and forefinger. With the other hand, I gripped a long, thin, tough pig bristle and stabbed it into her nipple, inserting it a centimeter each time.

"Ah, it hurts so much! Husband, let me go!" My mother-in-law cried out in pain, her face flushed red. She struggled to free her hands, which were tied behind her back, and her stockinged legs kicked wildly on the sheets.

"Call me Han Dong. If you call me husband again, I'll stab you again."

"Who is Han Dong? You are my husband," my mother-in-law said firmly. Now I understood why, before liberation, very few of the underground Communist Party members who betrayed us were women. It seemed I had no choice but to use ruthless methods. Hmph, I'll show you what's what.

I crumpled her pink silk panties into a ball and stuffed them into her mouth to stop her from screaming. With her mouth stuffed with the panties, my mother-in -law could only make muffled sounds. She stared at me in terror, clearly terrified by my ferocious expression.

I took two ropes from my briefcase, tied one end to her ankles and the other to the bed leg, binding her to the bed in a V-shape, her legs spread wide apart, unable to move.

I knelt between her thighs, pried open her plump labia majora with my hands, and parted the fleshy opening with my fingers, revealing the entrance to her vagina.

My mouth was less than five centimeters from her genitals. Upon closer inspection, I finally found the small opening above her vaginal opening—the urethra. I gripped the long, thin, and tough pig bristle with one hand and plunged it into her urethra. "Ouch!..." My mother-in-law screamed. Her face was pale, her eyes wide, her full breasts heaving, and her whole

body trembled with pain. Without a word, I pulled out the bristle and plunged it deep into her urethra again, repeating this several times. My mother-in-law seemed to be pierced by a powerful electric current; she bounced up on the bed, and I could barely hold her down. Her features were contorted in agony, and large beads of sweat appeared on her smooth, clean forehead. Her howls were deep and penetrating, lasting for more than a minute, sending chills down my spine.

"You still dare to call me husband?? If you do, I'll stab you again!"

My mother-in-law shook her head weakly, tears streaming down her face. Her mouth was stuffed with underwear, and she couldn't speak. Her artist-like eyes showed a pleading expression, which softened my heart. I pulled the underwear out of her mouth. "It hurts so much..." My mother-in-law wailed. "You still dare to call me husband?"

"I won't." "Then what will you call me?" "I'll call you Han Dong."

I was secretly delighted. This pig bristle is really something, killing silently and without bloodshed. Hehe, fun.

I untied my mother-in-law's clothes, lovingly hugged her, and stroked her shoulders and back. My mother-in-law sobbed in my arms for a while before stopping.

Seeing that it was getting late, I quickly helped her get dressed. On the way home, she walked slowly and unsteadily. I kept asking her, "What did you call me?"

She said sadly, "Han Dong." When we got home, Aunt Zhang's first words were, "Why are you so late? Section Chief Zhang from the third floor came looking for you."

"What did he want?" I was getting annoyed with Section Chief Zhang.

"He brought you tickets to tomorrow's show." Aunt Zhang waved two tickets in her hand.

"I'm not going, it's pointless."

At noon on the 7th, I went to the Qianzilian Bar near my house. At the table by the window facing the street, I saw Brother Yu.

He was tall and handsome, wearing a designer white suit, with a buzz cut, and a celebrity-like face with a smile. He always gives people a very energetic feeling.

"Brother Yu, you're here early!"

"How could I not be proactive for my brother's sake?" The adult server brought me a cup of Brazilian black coffee. I handed Brother Yu my resume and a summary of my work over the past few years.

"Xiao Han, the general manager doesn't have time to look at these materials. Just be concise and to the point. Focus on any constructive suggestions you have for the finance department, especially on putting more thought into loans and clearing debts. I'll talk to the boss about the rest for you." Brother Yu said, playing with his Buick car keys as he looked at me.

"Brother Yu, do you think the boss will think I'm too young? I'm only twenty-six."

"If you were thirty-six this year, he'd still think you're old. Don't be pathetic, give it your all."

"Yeah, give it your all." We clinked our coffees together instead of wine.

The Western food arrived. The steak here was authentic; it looked so appetizing. I picked up my knife and fork and started munching on the steak, my mouth watering.

"Xiao Han, your wife's been away on a business trip for a while now, right? When will she be back?" Brother Yu raised his hand, adorned with a diamond ring, to check his watch.

"Oh, today, I guess. We're an old married couple; I don't see her off or pick her up when she leaves. I'm used to it."

I took a sip of Tsingtao beer.

"Hey, Brother Yu, shouldn't you find a wife by now? Let my wife introduce you to a good one tomorrow."

"Forget it, do you know what kind I'm looking for? The one I love has already flown away."

"I have to criticize you for that. Even though the one you love has flown away, you can't let that ruin your chances. There are plenty of good women out there. You still have to look to the future, right?"

Brother Yu looked at me, as if he wanted to say something. Suddenly, his gaze turned to the window, or rather, he was drawn to something: a beautiful young woman, who looked to be in her early twenties, walked by. She was wearing a yellow silk cotton t-shirt, a light blue denim mini-skirt, white ankle socks, and white sneakers.

"What a radiant beauty!" Brother Yu muttered to himself.

"I can tell, Brother Yu, you're interested. Want to get to know her? I'll make the connection for you."

"Oh, sure. Do you know her?"

"Of course not. For you, I'd be willing to take a beating just to get her to come over and have a drink with you." "Get lost! Don't tease your brother. You may not care about your reputation, but I do." "Brother Yu, wait for me."

Before Brother Yu could stop me, I ran after her.

"Hey beautiful, wait for me!"

The girl seemed not to hear me calling her and walked even faster. I was stuffed with steak and beer, how could I catch up with her? "Wang Juan, Wang Juan! You stop right there!" I shouted.

As Wang Juan gently followed me into the Qianzilian Bar, the hostess greeted me, "Hello sir, your friend has already paid the bill and left. He said he'd treat you two to dinner another day."

"Hmm? Your friend is strange," Wang Juan said mischievously, her big, watery eyes looking at me.

Wang Juan had studied dance for eight years. When she took the college entrance exam, she applied to a music academy and passed the professional exam.

However, her academic performance was poor, and she failed the exam. She had never liked math since childhood, and she never passed math in her three years of high school, which made me laugh out loud.

(I)

I am 26 years old this year. I am from Hebei. After graduating from university, I was assigned to Changsha and work as an accountant in a foreign company.

My wife, Wang Juan, is 22 years old and works as a tour guide at CYTS. We got married the year before last, and because I don't have a house, I live at her house. Wang Juan's father passed away five years ago.

Her mother is a leading actress in the city's Yue Opera troupe. She's forty-five years old this year and often faints due to low blood pressure, so she's on long-term sick leave at home.

I wouldn't normally consider a family like that, and I would never marry Wang Juan. However, Wang Juan is kind and beautiful, so I just wanted her to be a good person.

The first time I visited her home, I discovered that her mother was truly a stunning beauty.

That day, her mother wore a white silk short dress.

She had chestnut-brown wavy short hair, long, shapely legs clad in stockings, and high heels. When she sat down, the dress rode up above her knees, revealing a large section of her alluring thighs, even the wide lace trim of her stockings was visible.

She gave the impression of being elegant and very beautiful.

After I got married, my mother-in-law treated me very well. She often bought me clothes and delicious food. I knew she wasn't well-off, and I told her several times that I didn't need it.

My mother-in-law smiled and said, "A son-in-law is half a son. I don't have a son, so you are my own son."

Her words almost brought tears to my eyes. Because my mother passed away early, I didn't receive much maternal love. I'm so lucky to have received maternal love again.

For the past two years, the three of us have lived a harmonious and loving life.

However, last autumn, my mother-in-law's cold flared up again, and she frequently fainted. This Spring Festival, she even fell into a coma and was kept alive by intravenous fluids. This worried my wife terribly.

We sought medical help everywhere, but with little effect. She woke up, but she had amnesia and couldn't remember anything.

She sits listlessly on the sofa watching TV every day, barely recognizing even Wang Juan and me. Sometimes she talks like a child, asking for food, drink, and to go out and play.

We both work during the week, so we have to leave her home alone. We rush home as soon as we get off work to check on her.

Last month, two big things happened: my wife got pregnant, which was good news; my mother-in-law went missing, which was bad news.

That noon, my wife went to the department store to buy some things and took my mother-in-law for a walk.

In the crowd at the department store, my mother-in-law got lost... My wife was frantic.

She searched everywhere but couldn't find her. Finally, she called me crying, and I immediately called my mother-in-law's workplace and the police station, hoping they could help with the search.

My wife finally found my mother-in-law in the middle of the night, more than ten kilometers from home.

The first thing she asked me was, "Where did you go after running off from the department store? I've been looking for you for ages!"

Everyone was stunned.

After this experience, we hired a nanny to take care of her, so she wouldn't get lost again.

For over a month, Wang Juan and I haven't had any marital relations. Firstly, my wife is pregnant, and secondly, she's in a bad mood. I'm, after all, a young man full of vigor. Several times I couldn't resist and tried to force myself on her, but she firmly refused.

"Don't you have any humanity? My mother is in this state, and you still have the mood to do that?!"

"Your mother, your mother. All you care about is your mother. Don't

you care about me?" "I can't help it, just bear with it!"

...

The nanny was a rural woman, uneducated, dark-skinned and ugly, five years older than my mother-in-law. She was very carefree and sometimes didn't even avoid me when changing my mother-in-law's clothes.

Wang Juan had said something to her, but she said, "You city people are too particular. We're all family, what's there to be afraid of?"

That day, the nanny was bathing my mother-in-law in the bathroom, and the door wasn't locked. I didn't know beforehand, so I opened the door and went in. My mother-in-law was completely naked, and I could see her clearly!

A snow-white, mature female body, well-proportioned, with rosy areolas on her two full breasts. Her slender waist and swaying, full buttocks were smooth and plump, very sexy.

And I even saw my mother-in-law's vulva, full and prominent, with sparse pubic hair…

I was startled at first, then closed the door and went back to my room. From that day on, whenever I had free time, my mother-in-law's naked body would often appear before my eyes…

My mind was filled with images of my mother-in-law, naked and incredibly alluring.

I cursed myself for being shameless, for thinking such wicked thoughts, but a fire burned inside me, making my penis erect.

I found a Japanese adult film on my computer called "Beautiful Female Teacher (Uncensored)" and masturbated while watching it, taking a long time to ejaculate.

After that, I watched Japanese adult films whenever I had free time, mostly about mature women engaging in promiscuity, and also about mother-son incest.

At first, I cursed the Japanese for being perverted and disgusting, but gradually I became addicted. Not only did I not reject it, but I also specifically watched adult films and read novels about mature women engaging in incest online. I even fantasized that the male protagonist in those films was me, and the female protagonist was my mother-in-law.

Amidst deep self-reproach and the high-pitched moans echoing in my ears, I gradually reached a climax. The abnormal stimulation surpassed the effects

of sex with my wife. During this period, except when I was at work, whenever I returned home, that perverse urge to have sex with my mother-in-law constantly reminded my poor, debilitating nerves. It was addictive, like a drug.

I could no longer control my reason—I was heading towards the abyss.

(II)

"Honey, I'm leading a tour group to Zhangjiajie for the May Day holiday. We don't have enough tour guides for the Golden Week, so my boss asked me to go."

"Then take care of yourself. Go ahead. How many days?"

"Seven days. You stay home and keep Mom company, and don't go out."

"Okay. I know."

"Have you been feeling unwell lately? You seem listless and quiet."

"No, I'm just tired from work."

"Then you should rest well during the May Day holiday."

On April 30th, my wife led a tour group. Before leaving, she gave the nanny a long list of precautions.

The nanny rolled her eyes impatiently.

After my wife left, at lunchtime, while the nanny was cleaning up in the kitchen, I pretended to drop my chopsticks on the floor and bent down to pick them up.

My mother-in-law was wearing white short stockings! I couldn't resist and reached out to touch her calf. To my surprise, my mother-in-law didn't react at all.

I walked up to her and casually touched her face. She looked up at me indifferently. My heart felt like it was about to jump out of my chest.

"Mom, do you recognize me?" I asked, my hand caressing her breast through her clothes.

"Who are you?"

"Great, she's not offended at all. I can finally move on to the next step of my plan." A wicked thought rose in my mind.

"Aunt Zhang, isn't your son in vocational school? Is he coming home for May Day?"

"No, the train tickets are expensive. He doesn't come home unless there's something going on. It's a waste of money."

"Then why don't you go see him this afternoon? I'm not going out this afternoon."

"Well... never mind, there's nothing to see. I just saw him last month."

An hour later, Aunt Zhang came again.

"If you're not going out this afternoon, I'll go check on my son. I'll be back before dinner."

"Okay, have dinner with my son before you come back. There's leftovers; I'll heat them up for my mother."

"Good, you're so compassionate. This family is so lucky to have such a good son-in-law like you."

Aunt Zhang left satisfied, leaving only my mother-in-law and me at home. I locked the door and went to my mother-in-law's bedroom.

She was napping, with short, wavy chestnut hair, wearing a long white dress, her two snow-white legs completely exposed, and white stockings on her feet.

My heart immediately started pounding. I made up my mind to have sex with her, quickly, without anyone finding out.

I gently massaged her stockinged feet. Through the thin stockings, I could clearly feel the warmth emanating from her soft soles. Her feet were beautifully shaped, fair and delicate, with neatly arranged toes. I repeatedly licked the soles of my mother-in-law's white stockinged feet with my tongue, inhaling the mature woman's fragrance—it was quite amusing…

My mother-in-law woke up, probably because of what I had done. I pulled off her clothes; except for a pair of white short stockings on her feet, she was now almost completely naked. She passively accepted everything.

I cupped her face and examined her closely. She was very beautiful, with an oval face, a high nose, and a pair of large, sexy, watery eyes.

My wife has to thank her mother for this. My mother-in-law is 45 this year, but she looks younger than she actually is, and her figure is much better.

This is probably the result of her years of singing and practicing opera.

Her breasts are full, and her rosy nipples are very large, like peanuts when erect. Her abdomen is also flat, and her thighs are round and firm, with no gap between them when her legs are together.

Before me is a beautiful face...

I can't help but kiss her small mouth, sticking my tongue into her open mouth.

My mother-in-law has long forgotten her status. She passively opens her mouth slightly, welcoming my tongue, and a confused and complicated expression appears on her pretty face.

I greedily suck on her tongue, our saliva exchanging, and I love the sweet taste in her mouth.

I stood between her legs, forcefully spreading her thighs apart with both hands. Her protruding mons pubis and sparse pubic hair were incredibly alluring. My fingers played with my mother-in-law's pink labia.

When two of my fingers were fully inserted into her warm, moist vagina, she knew what was about to happen, and her snow-white face instantly flushed red. She twisted her body, but to no avail.

My mother-in-law, who was usually so noble, elegant, sacred, and unapproachable, could only watch as a strange man's hands groped her snow-white body, and she could only silently endure it, unmoved.

I gently pinched the tender flesh inside her body...

"...Mmm...Mmm..." My mother-in-law hummed through her nose, showing that she was still very sensitive.

"Ugh...it hurts...no..." My mother-in-law frowned in discomfort and began to resist, twisting her body forcefully. The muscles in her legs tensed up, her toes pointed upwards, and her feet spread as if trying to tear her white stockings.

I knew this wasn't a groan of pain, but a cry of lust.

"Can I fuck you?" I asked her lewdly. She still pushed my hand away.

"No, it hurts."

"I'm your husband, I'm here to make you feel good. You haven't been fucked in five years, have you? Hehe..."

"Really?? You're my husband?? I can't remember anything. I'm just afraid of pain, I don't want your hand on my lower body, it's so itchy."

I thrust hard into her vagina, and my mother-in-law's lower body became increasingly wet, making a "squeak, squeak" sound.

Her face turned pink, and her expression became somewhat excited. Her buttocks were slightly raised, her long legs were bent limply, and she was panting heavily.

I saw her vaginal fluid flowing around the opening of her vagina.

I couldn't help but admire: she was in the prime of her life, her sexual desire was so strong.

(III)

"Husband, they said you were dead, but they were just lying to me." My mother-in-law really thought I was her husband.

"I'm going on a long trip, you have to listen to me, or I'll never come to see you again."

"Okay."

"Wife, why is your vagina so tight?" "

You ask such a silly question? I was born via C-section, isn't my vagina stretched?"

"Oh, I know, no wonder I felt your vagina was..."

I almost said - no wonder I think your vagina is similar to Wang Juan's.

"No wonder I think your vagina is the same as before." I said with a dry smile.

The mother-in-law chuckled after hearing this, looking at her snow-like skin with a charming smile.

I couldn't help but push my fingers hard into her pussy. The mother-in-law's thighs were trembling, and the two pieces of tender meat from the vaginal opening were brought in and out. "Oh,...um...um...ah..." the mother-in-law kept moaning.

"Are you comfortable? Wife?"

"Oh... so comfortable..."

I put my arms around her neck and tried to kiss her mouth. My mother-in-law kissed me very cooperatively. I sucked her tongue into my mouth and kept stirring her tongue. The saliva in their mouths kept exchanging.

She had a beautifully sculpted back, a sexy bottom, and long, shapely legs that looked incredibly alluring. The sight of her made my penis hard and erect.

"Wife, hold your thighs with both hands, spread them wide, and expose your hole. I want to make you feel even better."

My mother-in-law obediently lay back on the bed, spreading her thighs wide with her hands, exposing her tempting vulva to my view, and obediently pinching her wet labia with her fingers.

I held her slender waist with one hand and adjusted the position of my penis with the other, aligning the glans with her vulva. With a soft "plop," half of my penis was enveloped by her warm, wet vagina without a gap, and with another thrust, my entire penis was tightly held by her warm, wet vagina.

My mother-in-law closed her eyes and breathed softly.

I pulled my penis out again and then inserted it back in. My mother-in-law moaned with each thrust.

"Wife, your pussy is so tight, it feels so good to fuck you," I teased her. I grabbed her two fair, tender legs and began thrusting my big cock into her honey pot with great force.

My penis went all the way in each time! It parted her labia and reached her clitoris, making a "slap slap" sound as my body collided with her buttocks.

Her moans grew louder and louder. "Oh... ah... ah ah..."

"...No... ah ah... so hard... I'm coming... ouch..." She cried out in a daze.

I thrust my penis in and out rapidly. My vigorous movements caused her body to tremble violently, and her juices flowed continuously from her vagina. The arousal fluids from my mother-in-law's lower body had already soaked down her inner thighs.

Suddenly, her vagina gripped my penis tightly and trembled. I felt a hot rush to my glans. Her legs were stiff and straight. Her body was convulsing. Her nipples, pink from the stimulation of her orgasm, stood erect.

After a while, she let out a long sigh and opened her beautiful eyes. She gazed at me tenderly, her eyes seeming to regain their sparkle. At that moment, her gaze was peculiar.

I was inevitably a little nervous the first time I was with her. I couldn't hold back for more than twenty minutes. After a few quick thrusts, I shoved my penis into her vagina, ejaculating deep into my mother-in-law's womb…

The white semen flowed down her buttocks.

I then pulled her onto the bed, lying on my side. I placed her two snow-white legs on my shoulders, kneading her beautiful, full breasts while pinching her erect nipples.

I began to slowly but powerfully thrust into my mother-in-law's vagina, still dripping with white semen. Her body convulsed with each thrust.

Gradually, I felt my penis being gripped tighter and tighter by her labia and vaginal walls. The sounds of thrusting filled the air once more. The wetness from my mother-in-law's vagina had soaked a small patch of the sheet; good heavens, she was having an orgasm.

Her moans continued incessantly. Under my careful guidance, she was radiating feminine charm, the pent-up desire of her five years of widowhood erupting forth. She swayed her plump, white buttocks wantonly, her vagina eagerly stroking my penis.

Her vaginal fluids were flowing so much that her vulva was soaking wet, making my lower body uncomfortable. I lifted one of her white-stockinged legs from my shoulder and pressed it against my large penis. My mother-in-law, understanding my feelings, used her beautiful feet, clad in white socks, to wipe my lower body. Soon, the socks on her feet and toes were soaked with her juices…

After resting, I rallied, displaying my full vigor, constantly changing positions to have sex with her, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm over an hour. Only after I ejaculated twice more did I finally climb off her naked body, completely satisfied.

I cleaned up the battlefield and tidied the house.

(IV)

After intense sexual satisfaction came endless regret and emptiness—I, who had never visited a prostitute before, had now become a fierce lecher.

Around 7 p.m., Aunt Zhang returned home, and everything at home was as usual. I was playing on the computer in my room, while my mother-in-law sat blankly on the sofa watching TV, as if nothing had happened.

I couldn't sleep that night, constantly thinking about what had happened during the day. I really didn't know how much this would affect my future life.

I had cheated on my mother-in-law, satisfying my sexual urges for a moment, but should I continue this illicit sexual relationship?

If someone found out about this secret, I would be finished. Especially, I couldn't let Wang Juan know. Was this a good thing or a bad thing for me?

But my mother-in-law, this beautiful woman, was irresistibly attractive to me. Her natural beauty, coupled with over 20 years of singing female roles and being influenced by art, made her look more than ten years younger than her actual age. Making love with her was more passionate than with my wife.

The next day, my mother-in-law, as usual, spent most of her time watching TV, without saying a word. While Aunt Zhang was out buying groceries, I asked her, "Mom, do you remember who I am?"

She looked up, scrutinized me for a moment, and said, "You're my husband."

My God!!! She remembers?! I was shocked.

I then asked her about what I did to her yesterday, and her eyes went blank, and she started giving irrelevant answers. She

couldn't recall anything at all about how I had made her feel like she was dying of pleasure. I breathed a sigh of relief, a huge weight lifted from my heart.

The demon within me had finally triumphed over reason; the evil fire of lust had burned away my conscience. I was going to control this voluptuous woman and make her my sex slave.

Wang Juan called from out of town to ask how we were doing. She was worried about her mother. I told her on the phone that everything was fine and suggested she come back to thank me with something.

My wife said, "Okay, I'll satisfy you this once. She won't be back for another six days. Be patient."

Things in this world are unpredictable. Wang Juan would never have dreamed that her dignified and beautiful mother had already orgasmed several times...

Aunt Zhang is home every day, so I don't have a chance to make a move on my mother-in-law. Are these remaining six days going to be wasted? I became addicted, like someone hooked on opium. I played with my calculator while racking my brains, and finally came up with a good place—my basement.

I live on the sixth floor, and each household on the ground floor has a 9-square-meter basement with a door and lock.

There were only a few pieces of old furniture in my basement.

I decided to take my mother-in-law there. Just thinking about having another chance to be intimate with her made my mouth dry with excitement.

After lunch, I said to Aunt Zhang, "Aunt Zhang, I'm taking my mom out for a walk."

"Great! You should have taken your mom out for a walk sooner. It's not good for her health if she sits at home all the time without moving around."

(V)

Today, my mother-in-law was wearing a white silk short-sleeved shirt, a gray long skirt, flesh-colored stockings on her shapely legs, and a pair of white high heels.

Aunt Zhang saw us off at the door and watched us go down the stairs.

"Han Dong, tell your mother to walk slowly down the stairs and be careful of cars when crossing the street."

"Don't worry, I'm with you," I told Aunt Zhang.

Just then, my mother-in-law said to me, "Honey, where are we going?"

Hearing her call me "honey" in front of Aunt Zhang, I was so startled I almost fell over. My heart was pounding.

Luckily, Aunt Zhang was hard of hearing and didn't hear me. The security door slammed shut, and she went back inside.

God help me! That was close! If Aunt Zhang had heard that, she would have definitely told Wang Juan. Wouldn't I be in big trouble then?!

We didn't leave the building; we went straight to the basement. Watching my elegant and beautiful mother-in-law being led to the basement, I was overjoyed. Another chance to have sex with her! I was so excited my mouth went dry.

The windowless basement contained only a few pieces of old furniture, but it was quite clean because Wang Juan cleaned it regularly.

I deftly turned on the light and locked the door.

"Wife, did you miss me?" I said, touching her full breasts and private parts. "Mmm. Don't touch me there," my mother-in-law said, twisting her hips, still a little shy.

"I'm your husband, can I have sex with you now? You'll feel great," I asked lewdly.

"Husband. No! If someone sees us, it'll be so embarrassing. Let's go home and do it?" my mother-in-law said shyly. Although she suffered from amnesia, in her remaining consciousness, there was still the self-respect of a respectable woman.

"If you don't let me do it to you, I'll never talk to you again. No one else can see us here, okay?" I coaxed her like a child, eagerly wrapping my arms around her waist and kissing her.

My mother-in-law looked at me with a mournful and helpless gaze, letting me roughly strip off her clothes.

My mother-in-law stood naked on the floor, almost completely unclothed, her two jade-like legs slightly parted. I squatted in front of her, my mouth randomly biting and licking her pubic hair.

I used the tip of my tongue to slide open her pink labia minora, my tongue forcefully drilling into her tiny vaginal opening, drilling in and pulling out, then drilling in again. My mother-in-law closed her eyes, her face flushed, constantly sucking in cool breaths.

Waves of stimulation left my mother-in-law completely disoriented, her body trembling uncontrollably, her vagina contracting repeatedly.

With a soft moan, my tongue touched her most sensitive spot, my teeth gently biting her clitoris, my mouth sucking hard, making soft, wet sounds.

"No...don't kiss...ah. Husband...mmm..." My mother-in-law's voice sounded like she was in pain yet also enjoying it. I didn't stop my mouth's actions, using my hands to grasp her full breasts, kneading her soft, smooth breasts into various shapes, occasionally pinching and twisting her two swollen nipples. My two thumbs slowly circled around her nipples.

"Don't suck there anymore, ouch!" My mother-in-law's waist swayed wildly, her whole body trembling uncontrollably, her two high-heeled feet stomping the ground repeatedly. I increased the intensity of my sucking.

Suddenly, a stream of slightly salty vaginal fluid spurted into my mouth.

My mother-in-law seemed to faint, leaning softly against me, her chestnut-brown wavy short hair falling down to cover her face, her breath coming in heavy gasps.

She had been brought to orgasm by my tongue.

I picked her up and sat her on the desk. I took off her high heels and gently massaged her stockinged feet. Through the thin stockings, I could clearly feel the warmth from her soles. Her feet were beautifully shaped. I used the insides of her stockinged feet to hold my penis, rubbing it back and forth. So warm, so smooth.

Soon, my penis was erect and rock hard. I placed my mother-in-law's legs on my shoulders, held her slender waist, and thrust my penis into her wet, warm vagina. My mother-in-law tilted her head back and let out a muffled groan.

I pressed my lips against her soft lips, kissing and sucking them forcefully.

With each vigorous thrust, my whole body swayed, the old desk creaked, and my mother-in-law's moans continued unabated.

"Ah, husband, um... be gentle... too hard... ah... no... so hard..."

My penis plunged in to the very core with each stroke, the rapid impact making a "slap slap" sound, like lightning-fast fucking, fully arousing my mother-in-law's desire.

A blush rose to her pale face. She twisted her body, her toes pointing upwards, her feet spread as if trying to tear her stockings.

"Oh... husband, you're so good! Oh... oh... this is real sex... ah... gentle... ouch..."

My mother-in-law's soul-stirring moans were incredibly moving. Her small hands gripped my arm so tightly it hurt. Her sexy buttocks thrust forward eagerly, responding to my penetration. Her juices flowed around her vaginal opening, and loud splashing sounds echoed from where we were joined.

Having experienced her before, I wasn't nervous this time, and I lasted longer. Waves of pleasure washed over me, and I groaned with pleasure…

I grasped one of her stockinged feet and bit it with my mouth; her soft toes curled up forcefully, the stockings at the toes soaked with my saliva.

Just then, a girl's voice came from outside the door: "Daddy, stop looking! Quickly, push the cart for me!"

Good heavens, someone was peeping through the crack in the door!

This unexpected discovery terrified me; I immediately ejaculated before I could even finish. I hurriedly put on my pants, threw my mother-in-law's shirt and long skirt at her, and said to her in a very low voice, "Hurry up and put on your clothes!"

A moment later, I heard the sound of a door closing outside, and the bicycle was pushed away with a clatter.

My mother-in-law smiled charmingly and pulled at my panicked self, saying, "Honey, I want more, come again."

"Come on, you little cunt, let's go!"

(VI)

What a disaster! I was enjoying myself when I didn't realize someone was eavesdropping outside the door. The people living upstairs were all from my mother-in-law's workplace. Who was this guy? Would he go around telling everyone?

I was so anxious that I didn't even eat dinner and went to bed early. I'm naturally timid, and I want to sleep whenever something happens. I thought the girl's voice sounded a bit like Beibei's from the third floor. Whatever, as long as I didn't catch her in the act, I resolutely denied doing it.

The next morning, my phone rang. It was Director Yu from my unit. He asked if I hadn't gone out for the May Day holiday. I said I stayed home with my mother-in-law.

"Your deputy director in the finance department is being sent to the Xi'an branch. I recommended you to the general manager. He might want to talk to you after the holiday, so you should prepare."

"Thank you for your help, Brother Yu. I'll thank you properly after it's done. But what should I talk about?"

"I'll treat you to lunch the day after tomorrow. I'll teach you a lesson, kid. See you at the usual place." Director Yu hung up after saying that.

This Director Yu is very shrewd and capable; he's the youngest director in our Hong Kong GE Group company, in charge of human resources, and he's only thirty-two this year.

For the past two years, he's been very attentive to me, often treating me to meals and heart-to-heart talks.

Logically speaking, a high-ranking manager like him wouldn't deign to associate with a lowly accountant like me. Frankly, I really don't know what he sees in me? It makes me feel incredibly flattered. Do I feel like I'm destined to have a benefactor? …

I feel he genuinely wants to be my friend, treating me like a brother. He has no ulterior motives towards me.

I discuss everything with him, and he always goes out of his way to help me. When we're not at the office, I call him Brother Yu.

Since becoming good friends with him, I finally have a powerful backer in my career. Work is going much more smoothly. This Hong Kong group company is a private enterprise; they don't prioritize seniority in hiring, they promote anyone with ability. I dream of becoming the Deputy Chief Financial Officer someday—that would be awesome!

My primary goal now is to become the Deputy Director of Finance. To be honest, I think I'm capable of being a good Deputy Director, but I've never had the opportunity. This time, a golden opportunity has finally come my way, and I absolutely cannot miss it.

Around 10 a.m., the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find Section Chief Zhang from the theater troupe's administration department.

"Xiao Han, I've brought theater tickets for your mother-in-law."

"Section Chief Zhang, please come in."

Section Chief Zhang was in his thirties, slightly overweight, and wore black-rimmed glasses. He was once my mother-in-law's student and was very warm-hearted. After entering the house, he saw my mother-in-law and said respectfully, "Hello, Teacher Liu. You look great lately, much more energetic than when I last visited."

My mother-in-law looked at Section Chief Zhang and said, "Who are you? Please sit down."

"I'm your student, Zhang Wenbin. I've brought you theater tickets for our troupe's new play, *The Story of the Western Wing*."

"Zhang Wenbin?"

"Remember me?"

"No." My mother-in-law shook her head.

Section Chief Zhang took the tea I offered and said with a wry smile, "Xiao Han, you know, with science so advanced these days, how come we can't cure your mother-in-law's illness? Heaven has no eyes; good people don't get rewarded."

"Yes, Section Chief Zhang. We've been to so many hospitals, but nothing works. There's nothing we can do. I heard my mother-in-law say before that she was your homeroom teacher?"

"That's right, she taught us classes. Back then, Teacher Liu was only in her thirties. We students were all fourteen or fifteen. Teacher Liu was very strict with us when it came to opera; even the most mischievous students were completely under her control. We gave her the nickname 'Heroine.'" "

Really? Is she that good? I can't tell." I felt that he was exaggerating a bit.

"Don't you believe me? I've never seen a more dedicated teacher in the troupe. None of her students could slack off; it was hard not to become a star. However, Teacher Liu was very caring towards her students in their daily lives, like an older sister, and we all loved her. Back then, there was a boy in our class who was an orphan. His family was so poor that they couldn't even afford food. Teacher Liu saw that he was a promising talent and encouraged him not to give up his studies. She bought him his meal tickets every month and would take him home for holidays. We students were so envious..."

"I've never heard my mother-in-law mention this orphan?"

"He used to come to your house often, but he stopped coming after your father-in-law passed away."

"Where did he go? What's his name?" I was very curious.

"He's in high society now. His name is... let's not talk about it. It's all in the past."

Section Chief Zhang took out two cigarettes and offered me one, but I said I didn't.

We chatted for a while longer. Section Chief Zhang was very interested in my workplace, asking all sorts of questions. When he heard that I earned over two thousand yuan a month, he was incredibly envious.

He said that the theater troupe wasn't doing well these days, and there were too few teachers like Teacher Liu who loved art and students. Good actors all wanted to become movie stars and make big money, so they all switched jobs. There were fewer and fewer young people in the theater audience. He might be unemployed one day.

At this time, the doorbell rang. I went to open the door and saw that it was Beibei, "Uncle, is my dad at your house?"

"Yes, Beibei, come in."

Section Chief Zhang heard Beibei calling him and ran out quickly, "Oh, I forgot to take the child to piano lessons. Teacher Liu, Xiao Han, I'm leaving."

After seeing off Section Chief Zhang, I saw my mother-in-law sitting on the sofa, watching TV and eating oranges, very leisurely and contented.

While Aunt Zhang was cooking, I walked up to her and stroked my mother-in-law's smooth and clean cheek. "I didn't expect that you were an artist with both virtue and skill before? I'm very interested in getting you."

My mother-in-law looked up at me and smiled silly and charmingly.

"Who do you think I am?" I said to my mother-in-law.

"You are my husband." said the mother-in-law.

"Hey, you little devil, you remember me so well! So what if I shot two tubes of semen in you? You're not allowed to call me 'husband' anymore."

A wicked thought flashed through my mind. I was going to take her to a play, find a place outside to "train" her, and then have sex with her again. After Wang Juan came back, I wouldn't touch her again.

I really admired my own cleverness; I could come up with such a brilliant idea. I was so excited I was practically pounding my ribs, and my little brother was bulging in my crotch.

The play started at seven in the evening, and my mother-in-law and I sat in the theater early, waiting. As soon as the gongs and drums sounded, men and women in ancient costumes performed an ancient love story on stage.

"The Romance of the Western Chamber"—I'd read the book before. Wasn't it just the story of Zhang Sheng and Cui Yingying's secret vows? Watching the Yue Opera performers sing a single line and then

drag it out for ages, I was almost falling asleep. My mother-in-law, however, was thoroughly enjoying it, tapping out a drumbeat on her lap with one hand and softly singing along, causing several audience members in the front row to occasionally turn and give her disgusted looks.

My mother-in-law continued to do as she pleased, occasionally muttering her own comments.

"Zhang Sheng's line was too fast, he was rushing it." A moment later, she said, "Yingying's line ended too low."

I really wondered if she had amnesia? Her memory was better than most people's.

The theater ended around 9 PM. My mother-in-law and I walked home; it's a 20-minute walk from the theater. I led her along a side street, and based on my plan, I found the three-story hotel. They had hourly rooms for 10 yuan an hour, no registration required.

I'd stayed here before when I worked late and didn't want to disturb Wang Juan and her friends.

The waiter opened a room on the third floor, glanced at us, and said, "There's hot water in the tea room downstairs, help yourself." Then he swished away with a bunch of keys.

The room had no bathroom, no TV, just two single beds, and half the curtains were broken and hanging down. Oh well, it'll do. I'm not staying overnight anyway, just going to have sex with her and leave.

My breathing became heavy. I locked the door; time was of the essence, and the task was urgent. I grabbed my mother-in-law's waist. "Artist, let me give you a little gymnastics lesson first."

"Ouch!...Honey, don't take your clothes off anymore! I want to go home." My mother-in-law actually resisted. I forcibly tied her hands behind her back, removed her white silk blouse with a ruffled collar, and used her pale purple bra to bind her hands.

I pushed her onto the bed, and she tried to sit up, but I pushed her down again, leaving her lying on the bed in a V-shape, panting heavily. I pulled off her gray long skirt and pink silk panties, threw her white high heels to the side of the bed, and lifted one of her rounded legs, covered in flesh-colored stockings, high up.

"Look who I am!" I said to my mother-in-law.

"You're my husband," she said.

"From now on, you're not allowed to call me 'husband.' Call me Han Dong. If you call me 'husband' again, I won't talk to you anymore."

"You are my husband," my mother-in-law said firmly.

Damn it, stubborn as ever, huh? I'll see how I deal with you. I opened my small briefcase and pulled out a thin, needle-like object from the innermost layer—a pig bristle.

Back then, the Kuomintang reactionaries used this thing to interrogate female Communist Party members; I learned it from a book about Zhao Yiman.

I jumped onto the bed and straddled her lower abdomen. With one hand, I grasped one of her full breasts, pinching her deep red nipple between my thumb and forefinger. With the other hand, I gripped a long, thin, tough pig bristle and stabbed it into her nipple, inserting it a centimeter each time.

"Ah, it hurts so much! Husband, let me go!" My mother-in-law cried out in pain, her face flushed red. She struggled to free her hands, which were tied behind her back, and her stockinged legs kicked wildly on the sheets.

"Call me Han Dong. If you call me husband again, I'll stab you again."

"Who is Han Dong? You are my husband," my mother-in-law said firmly. Now I understood why, before liberation, very few of the underground Communist Party members who betrayed us were women. It seemed I had no choice but to use ruthless methods. Hmph, I'll show you what's what.

I crumpled her pink silk panties into a ball and stuffed them into her mouth to stop her from screaming. With her mouth stuffed with the panties, my mother-in -law could only make muffled sounds. She stared at me in terror, clearly terrified by my ferocious expression.

I took two ropes from my briefcase, tied one end to her ankles and the other to the bed leg, binding her to the bed in a V-shape, her legs spread wide apart, unable to move.

I knelt between her thighs, pried open her plump labia majora with my hands, and parted the fleshy opening with my fingers, revealing the entrance to her vagina.

My mouth was less than five centimeters from her genitals. Upon closer inspection, I finally found the small opening above her vaginal opening—the urethra. I gripped the long, thin, and tough pig bristle with one hand and plunged it into her urethra. "Ouch!..." My mother-in-law screamed. Her face was pale, her eyes wide, her full breasts heaving, and her whole

body trembled with pain. Without a word, I pulled out the bristle and plunged it deep into her urethra again, repeating this several times. My mother-in-law seemed to be pierced by a powerful electric current; she bounced up on the bed, and I could barely hold her down. Her features were contorted in agony, and large beads of sweat appeared on her smooth, clean forehead. Her howls were deep and penetrating, lasting for more than a minute, sending chills down my spine.

"You still dare to call me husband?? If you do, I'll stab you again!"

My mother-in-law shook her head weakly, tears streaming down her face. Her mouth was stuffed with underwear, and she couldn't speak. Her artist-like eyes showed a pleading expression, which softened my heart. I pulled the underwear out of her mouth. "It hurts so much..." My mother-in-law wailed. "You still dare to call me husband?"

"I won't." "Then what will you call me?" "I'll call you Han Dong."

I was secretly delighted. This pig bristle is really something, killing silently and without bloodshed. Hehe, fun.

I untied my mother-in-law's clothes, lovingly hugged her, and stroked her shoulders and back. My mother-in-law sobbed in my arms for a while before stopping.

Seeing that it was getting late, I quickly helped her get dressed. On the way home, she walked slowly and unsteadily. I kept asking her, "What did you call me?"

She said sadly, "Han Dong." When we got home, Aunt Zhang's first words were, "Why are you so late? Section Chief Zhang from the third floor came looking for you."

"What did he want?" I was getting annoyed with Section Chief Zhang.

"He brought you tickets to tomorrow's show." Aunt Zhang waved two tickets in her hand.

"I'm not going, it's pointless."

At noon on the 7th, I went to the Qianzilian Bar near my house. At the table by the window facing the street, I saw Brother Yu.

He was tall and handsome, wearing a designer white suit, with a buzz cut, and a celebrity-like face with a smile. He always seemed very energetic.

"Brother Yu, you're here early!"

"How could I not be proactive for my brother's sake?" The adult server brought me a cup of Brazilian black coffee. I handed Brother Yu my resume and a summary of my work over the past few years.

"Xiao Han, the general manager doesn't have time to look at these materials. Just be concise and to the point. Focus on any constructive suggestions you have for the finance department, especially on putting more thought into loans and clearing debts. I'll talk to the boss about the rest for you." Brother Yu said, playing with his Buick car keys as he looked at me.

"Brother Yu, do you think the boss will think I'm too young? I'm only twenty-six."

"If you were thirty-six this year, he'd still think you're old. Don't be pathetic, give it your all."

"Yeah, give it your all." We clinked our coffees together instead of wine.

The Western food arrived. The steak here was authentic; it looked so appetizing. I picked up my knife and fork and started munching on the steak, my mouth watering.

"Xiao Han, your wife's been away on a business trip for a while now, right? When will she be back?" Brother Yu raised his hand, adorned with a diamond ring, to check his watch.

"Oh, today, I guess. We're an old married couple; I don't see her off or pick her up when she leaves. I'm used to it."

I took a sip of Tsingtao beer.

"Hey, Brother Yu, shouldn't you find a wife by now? Let my wife introduce you to a good one tomorrow."

"Forget it, do you know what kind I'm looking for? The one I love has already flown away."

"I have to criticize you for that. Even though the one you love has flown away, you can't let that ruin your chances. There are plenty of good women out there. You still have to look to the future, right?"

Brother Yu looked at me, as if he wanted to say something. Suddenly, his gaze turned to the window, or rather, he was drawn to something: a beautiful young woman, who looked to be in her early twenties, walked by. She was wearing a yellow silk cotton t-shirt, a light blue denim mini-skirt, white ankle socks, and white sneakers.

"What a radiant beauty!" Brother Yu muttered to himself.

"I can tell, Brother Yu, you're interested. Want to get to know her? I'll make the connection for you."

"Oh, sure. Do you know her?"

"Of course not. For you, I'd be willing to take a beating just to get her to come over and have a drink with you." "Get lost! Don't tease your brother. You may not care about your reputation, but I do." "Brother Yu, wait for me."

Before Brother Yu could stop me, I ran after her.

"Hey beautiful, wait for me!"

The girl seemed not to hear me calling her and walked even faster. I was stuffed with steak and beer, how could I catch up with her? "Wang Juan, Wang Juan! You stop right there!" I shouted.

As Wang Juan gently followed me into the Qianzilian Bar, the hostess greeted me, "Hello sir, your friend has already paid the bill and left. He said he'd treat you two to dinner another day."

"Hmm? Your friend is strange," Wang Juan said mischievously, her large, watery eyes looking at me.

Wang Juan had studied dance for eight years. When she took the college entrance exam, she applied to a music academy and passed the professional exam.

However, her academic grades were poor, and she failed the exam. She had never liked math since childhood; she had never passed math in her three years of high school, which made me laugh out loud.

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