Celebrating my mother-in-law's birthday

This winter was much warmer than usual, but as December arrived, winter in Jiangnan truly turned cold.
I received a call from my wife, who was away on a business trip, ordering me to go to my mother-in-law's house for her birthday.
After work, I called my mother-in-law and rushed to her house despite the light snow. Actually
, even if my wife hadn't called, I would have gone to my mother-in-law's house anyway, because her image had been constantly on my mind for a long time, and lately it had been making me increasingly restless… "Xiao Gang's here! Come in quickly!" my mother-in-law opened the door and let me in. "
Mom, today is your birthday. Yaqin is away on a business trip, so I've come to celebrate your birthday." I put down the birthday cake and plopped down on the sofa in the living room. "You
're an old woman, why celebrate your birthday?" my mother-in-law smiled broadly and began pouring tea for me. Watching my mother-in-law's busy figure, I couldn't help but react.
Since my father-in-law passed away two years ago, my mother-in-law has been a widow. At 48, because she was a professional dancer, her figure and appearance were completely out of proportion to her age. Her long, wavy, silky black hair cascaded loosely over her shoulders. Her skin was fair and full, her face like a blooming moon, her large eyes alluring, and her full, sensual lips—all the hallmarks of a mature, beautiful woman. But today, she seemed even younger: she wore a purplish-red soft satin cotton-padded jacket. Perhaps due to a slightly fuller figure, the jacket stretched taut over her upper body, especially her large breasts, which seemed about to burst from the purple fabric. In contrast, her waist appeared too slender, causing the jacket to cling tightly to her waist. Her black trousers, worn over her full hips, also bounced tightly, causing the hem of the jacket to bulge, beautifully showcasing her curves. Looking at my mother-in-law swaying before me, a surge of passion welled up within me… “Come, have some tea.”
Taking the teacup from my mother-in-law, I suddenly noticed her neck was tilted to the side.
“Mom. What’s wrong with your neck?” “
I slept wrong last night
. Shall I massage it for you?” I inwardly cried out – Heaven is on my side!
Alright
! So, I had my mother-in-law sit on a stool, and I stood behind her to begin the first activity of her birthday celebration – a massage! What massage skills did I know? I wanted to have a passionate encounter with my satin-clad mother-in-law! As I stood behind her, the intoxicating fragrance emanating from her thick, black hair wafted towards me, and my heart trembled at the scent. I lifted her hair, placed my hands on either side of her neck, and began massaging her smooth skin with my fingers… Mmm, so comfortable. After a while, my mother-in-law moaned like she was in bed. "
To cure a stiff neck, you must straighten all the connected meridians; some people even need to straighten all the meridians in their entire body
," I said, making things up. "
Is that so? Then I'll enjoy myself today!" my mother-in-law replied happily.
My hands began to knead her shoulders through her satin coat. As my hands gripped her satin jacket tightly, a soft, smooth sensation rushed through my fingers and palms to my brain. My lower body immediately protested and became erect. My hands involuntarily increased their pressure, and the area of my kneading against the satin jacket expanded... As I kneaded and pinched, I quietly opened the front of my pants to let my long-protesting brother join the fray. Suddenly, I grabbed my mother-in-law's shoulders and pulled them towards her back. My mother-in-law's head snapped back into my arms, and my brother eagerly and fiercely attacked her back. My brother pressed tightly against the satin jacket, kissing and caressing it, enjoying the smooth fabric of my mother-in-law's jacket again and again... Looking at her chest, which was thrust high due to her shoulders being twisted back, her ample breasts forced taut against the satin jacket's chest, I passionately kneaded, pinched, and squeezed her shoulders, arms, back, and waist...
Mmm, mmm, so good... My mother-in-law closed her eyes and continued to moan.
Some might ask: Didn't your mother-in-law know you were being so brazen?
You might not believe it, but my mother-in-law not only knew, but I dare say she didn't have a stiff neck at all; she was just seducing me!
I remember one morning a month ago, at my wife's behest, I went to my mother-in-law's house to deliver some cosmetics she wanted. However, she wasn't home, so I went in alone to wait for her (having a key to my mother-in-law's house is perfectly normal).
Although I often visit my mother-in-law's, this was the first time I'd been alone there. A strange impulse arose within me. When I entered her bedroom, smelling the fragrant scent of a woman, and seeing the messy red satin quilt on her unmade Simmons bed, I was suddenly overcome with passion. I don't know where the courage came from, but I suddenly stripped off all my clothes and pounced on my mother-in-law's bed, crumpling the red satin quilt into a heap. With my already rock-hard erection, I thrust myself into her smooth, soft skin, pressing my entire body against the quilt, gripping it tightly with both hands, and frantically fucking her. The smooth, soft feel of the satin quilt against my skin was so pleasurable, and the intense friction of the quilt around my penis was so exhilarating. With each rub, I felt as if I had entered a gentle paradise, and the red satin quilt beneath me seemed to transform into the moist flesh of my alluring mother-in-law. My penis seemed to be thrusting into her plump, beautiful vulva, and my hands seemed to be kneading her full breasts. For a moment, my thoughts drifted into a passionate, wandering state. I pressed the quilt down tightly, kneading it fiercely with my hands, and thrust wildly against it, involuntarily shouting: "
Fuck you to death! Fuck you to death! Fuck you to death, my beautiful, fleshy mother-in-law! ...Fuck, I will fuck your fat flesh until it bursts! Fuck! ...Knead, knead hard, I will knead your fat breasts until they swell and rot! Ah, my fleshy mother-in-law!"
Just as I was frantically using the quilt as my mother-in-law's body for my vigorous thrusting, I suddenly heard a noise in the living room.
I turned around and saw my mother-in-law watching me from outside the door. Terrified, I scrambled to my feet and quickly dressed. I thought, "This is it, I'm doomed. My mother-in-law must think I'm a pervert. How am I supposed to face her? How am I supposed to explain this to my wife?"
But to my utter surprise, when I walked out of my mother-in-law's bedroom and into the living room, she didn't utter a single word of reproach. "
You're here?" she asked, her face clearly flushed. "
Mom, I... I was flustered and about to explain... Did you bring the things?" "Let's have lunch here," my mother-in-law interrupted, as if nothing had happened.
What was going on? Looking at her expression, I was completely bewildered... Later, when my mother-in-law and I were intimately close, she gave an unexpected answer—since my father-in-law's death, she had long fantasized about me! (That's another story.) The massage continued, and the flames of passion grew stronger.
My mother-in-law, nestled in my arms, still had her eyes closed, and my erection pressed tightly against the satin fabric of her jacket. After kneading her breasts for a while, my hands slowly slid from her shoulders to her chest. Suddenly, I gripped her large, firm breasts tightly through her satin jacket, pulled her close, and thrust my penis against her back.
"Ah, be gentle, Xiao Gang..." my mother-in-law moaned. "
Mom, I'm massaging your breasts!" I kneaded her breasts more and more fiercely through her jacket. "
Ah, ah, it's starting to feel good. Keep kneading, keep pinching, keep kneading Mom's wanton breasts, ah..."
I was burning with passion, my hands kneading and pinching her breasts against her satin jacket, my penis thrusting wildly against her back: "
Mom, you didn't actually have a stiff neck, did you?" The kneading became stronger, the thrusting faster and faster. "
Ah, ah, yes, I didn't have a stiff neck, I just want you to do it to me, ah, ah..." she moaned again.
"Mom, come to your bedroom, I'll make sure you feel even better!" I scooped my mother-in-law up from behind and carried her to her bedroom.
...
Entering the bedroom, filled with the scent of a woman, I held my mother-in-law in one arm and opened the red satin quilt on her Simmons bed with the other, placing her on it with the satin side up. I turned on the air conditioner, first taking off my own clothes, then removing my mother-in-law's inner and outer trousers, leaving her still in her purplish-red, tight-fitting satin jacket. Climbing onto the bed, I nakedly embraced my mother-in-law tightly and gave her a passionate kiss on her fleshy red lips. My mother-in-law's breathing immediately quickened, and her whole body trembled slightly.
"Mmm, Xiaogang, hurry, hurry and do it to me..." As soon as my lips left hers, my mother-in-law squinted her eyes and begged me.
I braced myself on the satin quilt with both hands, straightened my upper body, and looked at my mother-in-law's alluring appearance in the purplish-red satin jacket on the red satin quilt, and my penis swelled up again. When my eyes fell on my mother-in-law's breasts, which rose and fell with her breath, I once again grabbed her plump breasts hard with both hands, then sat on her chest, creating a cleavage between her breasts and inserted my hard penis into it. My mother-in-law's large breasts, pressed against her smooth satin jacket, tightly enveloped my erect penis. The feeling was fucking amazing. I couldn't help but grip the jacket tightly, kneading it hard against my penis, letting it fully enjoy the softness and smoothness of the fabric. My hard penis moved in and out of my mother-in-law's smooth breasts, occasionally brushing against her sexy lips. But she kept her eyes and lips tightly closed. It seemed my mother-in-law wasn't truly open-minded yet. I had to completely overcome her sense of shame before I could enjoy the fullest pleasure. "
Mom, open your eyes, see how I fuck your fat breasts!" I suddenly grabbed her breasts hard with both hands and yelled at her.
"Ah, be gentle, Xiao Gang..." She slightly opened her alluring eyes. "
Fuck, you big, horny tits! I'll fuck you to death! Ah, so fucking soft!" With her mouth open, I wanted to fuck her sexy cherry lips again.
Mmm, mmm…
When my penis entered her fleshy, wet little mouth, she immediately held it tightly in her mouth.
Ah, so good, Mom, how come you're so good at sucking cock? So exciting! Fuck, I'll fuck your alluring fleshy mouth, fuck! Kneading her plump breasts against her satin jacket, fucking her breast cleavage, moving in and out of her soft, wet little mouth, my thrusting speed gradually increased. Suddenly, I felt a rush of intense pleasure surge through my heart. Oh no, I'm going to cum! I quickly pulled my penis out of my mother-in-law's mouth, stood up, spread her plump legs, grabbed my hard penis, and thrust it hard into her plump, fat cunt!
Ah, we both shouted excitedly almost simultaneously. My mother-in-law's cunt, which hadn't been penetrated for a long time, was still so tight, gripping my thick, hard penis tightly, making me extremely excited and extremely satisfied. I held her full, fleshy body, clad in a satin jacket, my chest pressed against her ample breasts. My penis thrust in and out rapidly, pounding wildly up and down and side to side, within her tightening, plump vagina. "Fuck
, fuck you to death!" "Oh...so good! Fuck...!" I panted, "
Ah, so...so good! ...So good! ...Yes, that's it, faster...oh...fuck...harder, harder...ah...I'm fucking you through now, yes, yes...fuck me harder...my good son-in-law, I'll fuck you, faster...ah...fuck your mother-in-law to death!" My mother-in-law swayed her plump hips rapidly up and down to meet my frenzied thrusts, seemingly wanting a fucking showdown with me, her lewd words constantly enticing me to fuck her harder. "
Oh, you slutty mother-in-law, I'll fuck...you wanton mother-in-law, ah...fuck, fuck, I'll fuck you through!" Damn it, damn it, I'm going to fuck your horny, fat cunt raw! Damn it, damn it…! My thrusting speed increased, the force of the impact intensified, as if I wanted to really fuck my beautiful, wanton mother-in-law through and through!
Amidst my mother-in-law's unrestrained cries, I finally succumbed, ejaculating in a torrent!
Sigh, I sacrificed so much for my mother-in-law's birthday!
Appendix:
"My Encounter with a Middle-Aged Female Colleague in a Satin Jacket - Memories of Heavy Snow"
Author: lwt888
A heavy snowfall in 2008 brought great trouble to people, but also brought back a pristine memory.
I remember one winter not long after I started working, it was also snowing heavily, though not as heavily as this one, but the weather felt very cold. A female colleague in my office was sick, and I went to visit her at home. This female colleague was 42 years old, divorced from her husband for several years, and living alone with her son who was in college. She wasn't exceptionally beautiful, but she possessed undeniable femininity: fair skin, a voluptuous figure, curves in all the right places, and every gesture exuded the charm of a mature woman.
The first time I visited her home, it took me quite a while to find it. Her son opened the door for me and led me to her bedroom. Oh, what a cozy bedroom: a modern dressing table, modern bedside lamps, high-quality solid wood floors, and green brocade curtains. She was reclining on a large, thick Simmons double bed, wearing a bright red, traditional Chinese satin jacket and covered with a soft green satin quilt. Upon entering, I was immediately captivated by the atmosphere of her bedroom, and a surge of passion began to rise within me.
Seeing me enter, she hurriedly tried to get up to greet me, but I quickly grabbed her shoulders, which were clad in the satin jacket, and pulled her back onto the bed. The moment my hands touched her satin jacket, they felt so soft and smooth. After helping her onto the bed, I quickly grabbed her green satin quilt and draped it over her lower body. Oh, this quilt was so smooth and soft too! Taking the opportunity, I tucked the quilt under her body, letting my hands feel the fragrance of the quilt again. I then placed her two pink satin pillows behind her back and sat on the edge of her bed, offering words of comfort.
As we chatted, my passion grew stronger. What an alluring scene it was: a middle-aged beauty wearing a red satin jacket, sitting or lying on the bed. Perhaps the jacket was too small, as it stretched her upper body tightly. With the two soft pillows behind her, her breasts appeared particularly prominent, as if they were about to burst out of the jacket! While
we chatted, she would occasionally adjust her hair, sometimes pull the quilt closer to her lower body, and sometimes even stretch her back and move her waist. At that moment, I almost lost control of myself. I really wanted to press her down on her satin quilt and knead and fondle her, to truly experience the alluring middle-aged beauty… I was completely lost in a daze, and in the end, I can't even remember how I left her house. But it was this visit that made us very, very good friends, and later, we became confidantes!
After visiting my sick middle-aged female colleague in a satin quilt (let's call her Sister Bi from now on), we became very good friends. As time went by, our relationship gradually deepened, and we became confidantes who could talk about anything. She always treated me like her little brother, even saying she would introduce me to someone to help me with my marriage. On the surface, I also treated her like my older sister, calling her Sister Bi, but in my heart, she was always my primary object of fantasy, constantly thinking of ways to toy with her. In this way, we became more and more easygoing, and our interactions became more and more frequent. Visiting her house, whether for entertainment or meals, became a regular occurrence.
One weekend afternoon, Sister Bi said her son would be home that evening and invited me to her house for dinner with her and her son. (I'd been getting along very well with her son lately, since we're about the same age and have a lot in common. The key thing is that her son has a strange kind of admiration for me.) After work, Sister Bi and I went to the market to buy some groceries and then went to her house. We chatted and cooked dinner together, just like family. The weather was still quite cold that day, and Sister Bi was still wearing her red satin padded jacket (she always wears this red satin jacket at home).
She was washing fish by the sink, and I, sitting on a small stool behind her cleaning vegetables, chatted with her casually while admiring her beautiful silhouette: a pair of gray serge trousers made her long legs look straight and shapely, especially her buttocks, which were taut and perfectly showed off her round, full bottom; further up was her tight red satin jacket, which, because she was bending over, made the jacket appear exceptionally smooth at her waist.
As she washed the vegetables, her two full buttocks swayed, seemingly enticing me to rub them, saying how soft they were; her satin-clad waist also swayed, as if saying, "Squeeze me, I feel how smooth I am."... My desire burned within me... Finally, dinner was ready, but her son suddenly called to say he wouldn't be home for dinner that night because of a school event, and he would come home afterward. Sister Bi was a little disappointed, so we ate together.
After dinner, Sister Bi and I chatted while waiting for her son. Suddenly, she received a call inviting her to play mahjong. She said to me, "I'm going to play cards now. You wait at home for XX (her son's name). I might not be back tonight, so why don't you stay at my house and sleep with XX tonight?"
Without hesitation, I agreed.
After she left, I stayed alone in her living room watching TV, waiting for her son to return. Around 10 pm, her son called again to say he wouldn't be coming that night either. I quickly called Sister Bi to tell her the information. After answering the phone, Sister Bi simply said, "Then you can sleep alone," and hung up. My goodness, wasn't this a golden opportunity falling from the sky?! If the desire I felt while cooking with Sister Bi earlier had been suppressed by those phone calls, and the worry while waiting for her son had outweighed my desire, now that I was alone in her house, my desire had been completely reignited!
So I locked all the doors and rushed to Sister Bi's bedroom. I was going to indulge myself on her bed for the entire night!
Her bedroom was the same as always: the red bedside lamp illuminated the pink sheets, and on a neatly folded green satin quilt were two pink satin pillows. This was Sister Bi's fragrant bed! This was the satin quilt she used! These were the soft pillows she used! Standing in Sister Bi's bedroom, my hands caressing these soft things I had longed for day and night, my desire burned fiercely! I suddenly pounced on the bed, hugging Sister Bi's green satin quilt and rubbing my face against it, kneading it forcefully with my hands. Only one thought occupied my mind: I need to release, release! After a while, it suddenly occurred to me, I have the whole night to myself, why not try something different?
So I got out of bed and opened Sister Bi's wardrobe. Wow, what a fascinating wardrobe! All of Sister Bi's clothes were inside, but what interested me most were her satin jackets and quilts. I took out a blue silk cotton-padded jacket, squeezed it, and a soft feeling went straight to my heart. I took it out and put it on the bed. Then, I saw three neatly folded soft satin quilts at the bottom of the wardrobe—one red, one yellow, and one pink. I took them all out and put them on the bed too.
Now Sister Bi's bed was practically a sea of soft satin quilts and jackets. The various colored quilts and the jacket seemed to be casting alluring glances at me, as if they were moaning: Come, come on top of us, we'll give you pleasure!
What were I waiting for! Panting heavily, I excitedly stripped off all my clothes and pounced on the bed covered in satin quilts. Instantly, my entire body felt an overwhelming softness and smoothness, and my penis felt as if it had entered a silky world. I spread my limbs and pressed myself tightly against the four satin quilts, writhing my body vigorously, burying my face deep in the quilts and inhaling their fragrance. The comfortable and stimulating feeling was indescribable. After playing like this for a while, I got up and folded the four satin quilts into a long stack, placing the red quilt on top, and then climbed on top of them. Because the four satin quilts were quite high, I was actually straddling them, with every part of my inner thighs in close contact with the quilts, and the smoothness my penis felt was even more pleasurable.
I hugged the satin quilt tightly with both hands, my legs clamped around it, my hard penis pressing against it. Then, with all my might, I climbed onto the four soft, smooth satin quilts, my hands tightly holding the quilt, my legs clamped around it, and began to fuck her hard with vigorous movements...
I fuck, I fuck, I fuck you to death... At this moment, my mind was filled with the image of Sister Bi in her red satin jacket, as if I was fucking Sister Bi in the satin jacket, not the quilt. So I pulled Sister Bi's blue satin jacket over and placed it on the quilt, grabbing the front of the jacket with both hands and squeezing it hard. At the same time, my penis was thrusting hard into the quilt again, and I kept shouting: "Slutty Sister Bi, I'll squeeze your fat breasts to pieces, I'll squeeze, I'll squeeze you to death, I'll fuck your cunt, I'll fuck, I'll fuck you to death, I'll fuck your cunt raw, I'll fuck, I'll fuck, I'll fuck..."
I vigorously kneaded the bodice of Sister Bi's satin jacket, making many wrinkles on it. Looking at the satin jacket I had ravaged, I seemed to see Sister Bi wearing that tight red satin jacket, lying beneath me, her large breasts thrust out, her eyebrows raised, moaning seductively at me: Oh... oh... yes... knead my big breasts hard like this, harder... oh, so comfortable... I like it... ah... I
pressed the satin jacket onto the satin quilt as if I were going crazy, squeezing and kneading it violently. Looking down again, I saw my penis pressed against the top of the red satin quilt. I could almost see Sister Bi spreading her voluptuous legs, raising her sexy scarlet lips, and moaning at me: "Ah...so good...fuck me hard...fuck my cunt hard...ah...I'm so happy...it's been so many years since a man fucked me...
ah...today you've let me taste being fucked again...ah...it's so satisfying...I'm the slut you want to fuck hard...I'm the cunt you dream of fucking...I'm the slut who loves wearing a satin jacket and letting you fuck me hard...ah...
I can't take it anymore! I gripped the satin jacket tightly with both hands, squeezed the quilt between my legs, and thrust my penis against the quilt at full speed, accelerating and accelerating. Finally, a surge of pleasure rushed from my heart to my head and then rushed down to my lower body. Ah, I finally came! ...
That night, I played many different things with Sister Bi's satin quilt."
"Celebrating My Mother-in-Law's Birthday" Continued -
The rapid pace of societal development these days is truly astounding; even time seems to fly by faster than before.
A month has passed since the passionate birthday celebration I gave my mother-in-law. Although I often reminisce about that unforgettable time, I'm still somewhat anxious, fearing my wife will find out. Therefore, I try my best not to mention my mother-in-law in front of my wife and have hardly visited her house.
Then came New Year's Day. With a three-day holiday, I was assigned to work the first shift. I arrived at the office at eight in the morning, made my rounds on each floor, and then returned to my office. Bored, I turned on my computer, opened QQ, and started browsing the internet aimlessly. After a while, QQ beeped. Opening QQ, I saw a message from my mother-in-law: "Why are you online today? I thought you'd disappeared!"
Seeing her message reminded me of adding her as a friend, before our passionate encounter. One evening, after dinner at home, my wife watched TV, and I went to my study to browse the internet.
Suddenly, a friend request popped up on my QQ. I opened it and saw that the verification section said "I'm Mom!"
So I added her without hesitation. Through chatting, I found out it really was my mother-in-law. I knew she'd been using a computer for a long time, but I really didn't know how she knew my QQ number. She told me she'd seen it on my phone, which I'd left at home, the day before. From then on, my mother-in-law and I often flirted on QQ, which eventually led to our passionate night. However, for almost a month after that, I don't know why, I'd been avoiding her on QQ. (I'd go invisible on QQ.) Today, I was alone in the office, and I decided I didn't need to hide anymore. "
Mom, I'm on duty today, I've been very busy lately. How are you?"
"How are you?! Don't want to talk to me anymore, huh? What are you
talking about? I'm really busy. How could I not talk to you? I've been thinking about you all the time.
Thinking about me? Trying to coax a child? You little rascal! You eat and then leave! You little rascal!" My mother-in-law started sending ambiguous messages.
So I immediately responded.
"Mom, don't say things like that to your own son-in-law! What did I eat? My dear Mom!
Don't you know what I ate?
Oh, I remember now, I ate the meat buns you made, Mom. Oh, your meat buns are so delicious! They're big and have lots of meat. Just thinking about them makes me want some again! Hehe."
"Get out! I'll never let you eat again! Coward!
How about I give you some instead? My dearest mother, do you know how charming you are when you eat? Haha
, what did I eat from you?" I could almost feel my mother-in-law's panting when she sent this message. So I started heating it up quickly.
You ate my meat stick! Let's see how my mother-in-law responds!
You, you little rascal! What meat stick! (My mother-in-law probably meant something about meat sticks or not) My hard, big cock, my dear meat mom! Keep heating it up!
Ah, you bad boy, you big bad boy! I'm ignoring you for talking to me like that!
My balls are really big, aren't they? My dear meat mom!
Be careful I'll crush your balls! Hmm, crush you... My mother-in-law's panting seemed to be getting faster.
Oh, I can feel my dear meat mom squeezing my balls, it feels so good! Use a little more force! ...Heat it up again.
You bad boy, you bad boy, let's see how I deal with you when we meet!
You deal with me? Or should I deal with you? "Mommy, I can't take it anymore, my cock is about to burst, I'm going to fuck your fat cunt, quick, you lie down on your alluring red satin quilt, spread open your plump, fat cunt, I'm going to fuck it in, I'm going to fuck, fuck, fuck... heating up to passion!
Ah, ah... hurry up!" My mother-in-law also started to get passionate. "
Missed me? My dear mommy, my thick, hard cock is going in and out of your plump, ripe, and beautiful cunt, fuck, fuck, fuck you to death! Oh, it feels so good! Can you feel it? My plump mommy! I'm going to burst too!
Ah, ah, Mommy can feel it... fuck harder... fuck, I want you to fuck my cunt hard, my good son-in-law! Ah... Mommy is having an orgasm!"
Just at this crucial moment, my mother-in-law's QQ suddenly left three words and went offline. Damn it, what happened? I suddenly felt like I had fallen from the clouds to the ground. Helpless, I could only continue wandering around the internet with the afterglow of the brief passion with my mother-in-law on QQ.
My mother-in-law didn't come online until noon. At 2 PM, my wife called, asking me to pick her up from her classmate's house after my shift so we could have dinner at her mother's.
So I started looking forward to getting off work.
Later, I learned from my mother-in-law that she would log off at the crucial moment of our passionate encounter, and I learned about her situation that day: She was looking at the passionate messages I sent her on QQ, her heart fluttering, and she was constantly rubbing her thick labia with one hand, vigorously kneading her clitoris with her thumb and forefinger. As the conversation continued, her breathing gradually quickened, and just as she was about to climax, the gas station attendant knocked on the door to check the gas meter. After the attendant left, my mother-in-law sat alone on her soft bed, reflecting on her experiences with her son-in-law over the past month, her mind filled with countless thoughts. How could she, a noble and dignified wife and mother, suddenly become a sexually charged harlot? How could a woman nearing 50 feel the stirrings of a young girl's heart when interacting with her son-in-law?
Had her libido truly ushered in a second spring?
It was all this little rascal's fault! When those words appeared in her mother-in-law's mind, she felt no resentment, but rather a sweet feeling. Looking back at the two thick, red and green satin quilts on the bedside table, she couldn't help but recall the first time she suddenly encountered her son-in-law, naked, lying on top of them, calling her name and thrusting rapidly. She never imagined that an old woman like herself would become the object of her son-in-law's lust. She had always been very fond of this son-in-law; he was not only handsome but also had a very masculine physique—tall, strong, and exuding a strong masculine aura.
At that time, after calming herself down, watching her son-in-law's strong arms tightly embracing the soft satin quilts, his hard penis pressing firmly against them, his thick back heaving on the smooth quilts, she felt as if she were the quilt itself, being pressed down on the bed and brutally fucked by her son-in-law, her vulva rippling with desire. Therefore, she didn't confront or reprimand her son-in-law then; instead, she began to be infatuated with him. After that, this harmful son-in-law began to appear frequently in her dreams, and each time he would bring her to multiple orgasms, leaving her lingering in her dreams, reluctant to leave. After obtaining his QQ number, she began to intentionally seduce him. Finally, a month ago, the scene in her dream became reality. Ah, what a thrilling and wonderful passion it was! Her son-in-law's strong hands grabbed and kneaded her breasts so forcefully, so wildly. Although she felt no aversion and even a little pain, she felt no disgust, but rather waves of sexual pleasure. When her son-in-law's thick penis entered her desolate vagina, thrusting violently and rapidly, her sexual desire was completely unleashed. From the bottom of her heart, she cried out: I don't want to be a noblewoman in my own family! I want to be my son-in-law's harlot! In this way, she went from liking to loving, and then from loving to lust, completely completing the transformation of her second spring.
Another interesting point is that she has always had a deep affection for traditional Chinese clothing. In summer, she frequently changes into various silk cheongsams, while in winter, no matter how cold, she won't wear a modern overcoat, but rather various colored silk padded jackets with open fronts or wide fronts. This might be partly due to her upbringing in the silk-producing Jiangnan region, where this tradition exists.
More importantly, she feels that only silk cheongsams and padded jackets can truly showcase a woman's alluring figure and charm.
Unexpectedly, her son-in-law shares her sentiment, liking her in silk cheongsams and padded jackets. In summer, she often finds him taking advantage of her body while she's wearing a cheongsam, and this time, during their passionate encounter, he even wanted her to wear a padded jacket.
Thinking of this, she moved a stool and took a thick package from a box on top of the wardrobe.
She placed the package on the bed, untied it, and unfolded a bright red soft satin padded jacket and a red silk skirt. This jacket and skirt were what she wore on her wedding day more than 20 years ago. Especially this bright red satin jacket, which she personally ordered from an old clothing store. Besides the soft satin fabric, the lining was made of green silk, and the inner lining was silk-cotton. The whole jacket looked luxurious and alluring, and felt incredibly smooth to the touch. She remembered that her wedding day was also New Year's Day, and she wore this smooth, alluring red satin jacket, captivating a group of young men. Her husband must have made her wear it that night, and he made love to her passionately all night long.
The mother-in-law picked up the red satin jacket and held it against herself, then took off her current purple satin jacket and tried to put the red satin jacket she wore at her wedding on herself, but it was clearly too small. "
Sigh, I'm getting old, I've gained weight," she sighed, then went to the large wardrobe mirror in front of the bed, took off all her clothes, and nakedly put on the red satin jacket. This time she put it on. She buttoned it up one by one, looked up at herself in the mirror, and blushed deeply.
The satin jacket she wore for her wedding over 20 years ago now fit the voluptuous mature woman tightly. Her full figure stretched the bright red satin jacket taut, especially her large breasts, which seemed unable to withstand the constriction of the narrow, soft fabric, causing the second button to undone. The jacket cinched so tightly at her waist that it accentuated her curves, while her ample buttocks pushed it forward, making it bulge out.
The mother-in-law turned in front of the mirror, seductively twisting her body in the taut jacket, and said to her reflection with a wanton, lewd tone: "You wanton mother-in-law, you dress like this to seduce your son-in-law, so he'll go crazy for you and fuck you wildly!"
My mother-in-law seemed to see me staring at her in the mirror, so she slowly reached out and placed her hands on her high, firm breasts, gently but forcefully kneading them against her satin jacket. She licked her red, fleshy lips at my reflection in the mirror, lewdly saying, "I knew you little rascal liked me dressed like this for you to play with. You're getting a good deal!"
After indulging in her fantasies, my mother-in-law put away the red satin jacket and placed it in the wardrobe. She put her purple satin jacket back on. Seeing that it was already noon, she called her daughter and invited her over for dinner that evening. She thought, "Perhaps today I'll have another passionate encounter with my son-in-law?"
When my wife and I arrived at my mother-in-law's house, a steaming hot meal was already on the table. My mother-in-law took out a bottle of red wine and said, "
It's a holiday today, let's have some wine."
"Great, Mom, you're so thoughtful! Thank you, Mom!" I quickly agreed. "
You guys drink, I can't. I have to drive to another game later." My wife's card game from the afternoon wasn't over yet. "
If you drive away, how am I going to get home?" I said to my wife.
"Don't go home tonight, stay here with Mom. We're going to play all night.
" "Yaqin, who plays cards all night?" my mother-in-law scolded. But we both knew that my wife didn't usually play cards, only relaxing on holidays, so we didn't say much. "
Go ahead, go ahead, thank you, my wife!" I was incredibly excited. Staying at my mother-in-law's house meant I could legitimately do a lot of things! "You agree, right, my chubby mother-in-law!" I glanced at my mother-in-law very quickly. "
Go ahead, go ahead, thank you, daughter!" My mother-in-law also glanced back at me very quickly, "You little pervert, we have all night!"
Dinner ended in a happy atmosphere, and my wife threw down her chopsticks and went out to her next game. As I got up to clear the table, my mother-in-law went to her bedroom.
After cleaning up the kitchen, I went to the living room, but my mother-in-law wasn't there, so I turned on the TV to watch the New Year's Eve gala
. I thought, I have plenty of time tonight, I'm sure I can have a good time. But I shouldn't rush things; as the saying goes, haste makes waste. Besides, it's still early, I figured I should wait until my wife was at the table and started her drinking session before I could act.
I checked the time; more than half an hour had passed, and my mother-in-law still hadn't come out. I wondered, could she have drunk too much red wine? No, we didn't drink that much. I got up and went to my mother-in-law's bedroom door, knocking: "Mom, are you alright? Did you drink too much?"
There was no response. What's going on? I quickly pushed the door open. The moment I saw the scene inside, a rush of blood to my head—I was about to have a nosebleed! In the bedroom, a dim red light shone from the ceiling. A thick, green satin quilt lay spread out in the center of the bed, while a red satin quilt remained folded against the headboard. The room was filled with an alluring fragrance. My mother-in-law, wearing a bright red satin jacket I'd never seen before, stood before the large mirror of the wardrobe, adjusting the front of the jacket. It was incredibly tight, not just tight, but taut, clinging
to her full, curvaceous body, highlighting her curves. Even more arousing was the sight of her bare, white flesh peeking out from her loosely buttoned bosom—she was naked underneath! She wore a matching red silk skirt and red satin embroidered slippers.
This outfit, this scene, was incredibly alluring. I wanted nothing more than to pounce on my seductive mother-in-law, pin her down on the quilt, and ravage her!
But I didn't. I turned and went to the living room, locking the front door. Then I went back into my mother-in-law's bedroom, watching the alluring look in her eyes as she looked at me. I slowly walked behind her, gently leaning against her incredibly seductive body, my eyes fixed passionately on her reflection in the mirror. I didn't speak, and neither did she; we simply gazed at each other with passionate intensity. I slowly raised my hands and gently stroked her thick, soft, wavy, shoulder-length hair, then buried my head deep in it, inhaling deeply the scent of her freshly bathed hair. My hands slowly slid down to my mother-in-law's fair, flushed, and captivating face, from her delicately arched eyebrows and large, bright eyes to her straight, high nose, gently caressing it. When my fingers reached her voluptuous lips, I gently rubbed them with my index fingers and thumbs, then slid down to her ears, kneading her fleshy earlobes with my index fingers and thumbs.
Mmm, mmm… ah! Under my passionate caresses, my mother-in-law leaned softly against me, beginning to let out seductive moans.
"Quick, um... hurry up..." As I continued to caress her, my mother-in-law began to writhe, sometimes thrusting her chest high, begging for more caresses, sometimes pressing her plump buttocks against my increasingly hard penis. I lowered my head and breathed hot air into her ear: "Quick what? My fleshy mother-in-law!"
Ah, ah... Her moans grew louder when she heard me call her "fleshy mother-in-law." Suddenly, she grabbed my hands and pressed them against her large, high breasts, thrusting her chest upwards: "Quick, quick, rub your fleshy mother-in-law's breasts.
What are you rubbing my breasts for?" I began to slowly entice her to say something stimulating. "
My breasts are so swollen, quick, rub them." My mother-in-law said breathlessly. "
How can my breasts be swollen? My fleshy mother-in-law." My hands on her chest remained still. "
My breasts are swollen, your fleshy mother-in-law's fat breasts want you, this bad son-in-law, to rub them, ah, ah... hurry up and rub my fat breasts!" My mother-in-law was getting impatient. She looked up, squinted, and said urgently. Seeing her lustful expression, my passion surged. Through her incredibly smooth satin jacket, my ten fingers suddenly and forcefully squeezed her plump breasts. "Ah!
Ah, it hurts... um... so good, squeeze, rub, yes, just like that, rub your flesh until it's broken!" My mother-in-law's lustful breasts didn't seem to mind my rough handling. Instead, she arched her chest as I intensified my kneading. Through her soft satin jacket, my thick fingers relentlessly grabbed, squeezed, and twisted her breasts. Soon, large wrinkles appeared on the bodice of her bright red satin jacket, while my hard penis rubbed rapidly against her full, plump buttocks. "
Ah, ah, ah, you're rubbing too hard, ouch... this time I'm going to rub you until you're swollen... ah, ouch, ouch... my breasts are definitely going to be ruined!" Ah… my mother-in-law groaned loudly.
After a thorough ravaging of her ample breasts, my hands were filled with immense satisfaction. So, I picked her up, turned around, and tossed her onto the bed. The green satin quilt bounced beneath her on the thick, soft Simmons mattress. I quickly stripped off all my clothes, pounced on her voluptuous body, and hugged her tightly. My bare chest pressed against her smooth satin jacket, my hard penis thrusting against her vulva through her silk skirt. My body rubbed against hers, letting my entire being experience the alluring silk garment. “
Why haven’t I seen you wear this satin jacket and silk skirt before?” I writhed on top of her. “
This is what I wore for my wedding over 20 years ago. I haven’t worn it since. This is the first time I’ve worn it in over 20 years, of course it’s too small.” As my mother-in-law endured the pressure and friction of my body, she looked at me with deep affection and said, "I know you little rascal like it when I wear this satin jacket for you to play with, so I dressed up especially for you today. You're lucky!"
Hearing this, I was filled with passion: "Thank you so much, my fleshy mother-in-law! Oh, no, my beautiful bride, today I am your new husband!"
That's all for today, more to come.
(Continued from "Celebrating My Mother-in-Law's Birthday")
I breathed heavily, tightly embracing my mother-in-law's curvaceous body in her tight red satin jacket, pressing her against the thick, soft green satin quilt, excitedly rubbing and kneading
her. Naked, I felt the smoothness of her entire body, a comfortable and stimulating passion filling my entire being, bringing me unparalleled tenderness and enjoyment. Before, I had nakedly embraced and kneaded my mother-in-law's smooth satin quilt, constantly fantasizing, imagining the softness of the quilt as the softness of her flesh, the smoothness of the quilt as the smoothness of her skin. Even then, I felt incredibly comfortable and stimulated. Now I wasn't just physically holding my mother-in-law's body, but her full, voluptuous body in her tight-fitting satin jacket, pressed against her soft satin quilt. I rubbed and kneaded my beautiful mother-in-law's flesh rapidly, her naked upper body and the insides of her limbs pressed tightly against her full body in her satin jacket and silk skirt, her calves and feet pressed against the smooth, soft satin quilt, moving up and down. My whole body was truly immersed in a colorful and gentle paradise, that smooth feeling invading my heart and filling my brain.
My mother-in-law beneath me, her long, black, wavy hair spread out on the green satin quilt, swaying up and down with my kneading, the quilt beneath her sometimes sinking in and sometimes bouncing up, constantly rising and falling. My mother-in-law's charming and plump face glowed red, her alluring eyes squinting at me, her breathing gradually quickening, her fleshy, scarlet lips moving as she emitted lewd moans:
Quick, kiss me! My dear son-in-law!
My blood was boiling, and I lowered my head and pounced on my mother-in-law's fleshy lips. Immediately, her tongue plunged into my mouth, swirling rapidly.
My tongue met hers in her mouth, intertwining, sucking, and pressing against each other. After a while, I suddenly pulled her tongue forcefully from her plump lips, my lips sucking and sucking her little tongue. Her head gradually lifted to adjust to my force… With a snap, our lips broke, and my mother-in-law cried out, her head falling back onto the satin quilt. "
So hard! You sucked my tongue all over!" my mother-in-law said, giving me a seductive look. "
Who told you to seduce me!" I continued to writhe on my mother-in-law's body. "Mom, you're so alluring! I'm going to enjoy myself to the fullest today!" "
Who seduced you? It's all your fault, you little pervert, making me look like a slut!" my mother-in-law continued in a seductive voice. "
You are a slut! I love you, you slut who specializes in seducing your son-in-law!" My dear mother-in-law, you must be as wanton as you want to me tonight, okay? As I kneaded her, I thrust my hard cock, pressing against her silk skirt, between her legs.
Ah, I'm not a slut, I'm your mother-in-law, a virtuous wife and mother.
Okay, then let me see what kind of virtuous wife and mother you are. I slid down her soft body, down to her legs.
I lifted her red silk skirt, and ah, she was completely naked underneath. Her fair, plump legs were slightly parted, and between her full, fleshy thighs rose a round little mound of flesh, topped with an inverted triangle of black pubic hair, beneath which lay a captivating crevice. I slowly stroked and kneaded my mother-in-law's calves upwards, reaching her thighs. I parted her thighs, revealing a ripe, plump vulva. Her two thick, slightly brownish labia majora were slightly parted, revealing tender, bright red flesh that trembled and writhed within, a bright red clitoris quivering at its tip. I first covered the mound of flesh with one hand, then suddenly grabbed the entire sac and began to knead it passionately.
"Mmm, oh, good!" My mother-in-law began to moan.
I then parted her labia again, pressing my thumb firmly against her trembling clitoris, followed by my index and index fingers, which pinched and kneaded the swelling clitoris rapidly. "
Ah, oh… not there… ah, it's too stimulating! Faster, faster, ah…" My mother-in-law moaned loudly.
I quickly inserted the ten and middle fingers of my other hand into the trembling opening, rapidly probing and stirring inside, while simultaneously kneading the clitoris. Both my hands moved in unison, gradually increasing the speed and intensity. Looking up at my trembling mother-in-law, I growled: "
Are you still a virtuous wife and mother?" Ah, say it, you fat slut! I'll fuck, fuck, fuck your cunt raw!
Hmm, fuck, fuck, fuck you to death, you slut who needs to be fucked! Tell me, aren't you a slut who needs to be fucked? Tell me!
Ah, ah, I'm not a virtuous wife and mother, no! Oh, so good, yes, use your hands to fuck my cunt hard, fuck my fat cunt raw! Ah, ah, I am a slut who needs to be fucked, I am a slutty mother-in-law who needs her son-in-law to fuck her hard! Ah… The mother-in-law kept raising her fat buttocks, her whole body trembling with the speed of my hands' movements, rising and falling rapidly, moaning loudly.
Ah, ah, I'm dying, I feel so good… Ah, ah… It's over… She actually reached orgasm under the fucking of my hands!
I shook my hands, which were covered in my mother-in-law's vaginal fluids. Seeing her still panting heavily on the satin quilt, and a large wet patch on the quilt beneath her plump buttocks, I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to get a towel. I wiped her legs and the filth between them. I pulled her up and held her in my arms, kissing her still flushed face and her red, fleshy lips. One hand, through her satin quilt, grasped and kneaded her large breasts. "
Was it good, Mom?"
"Mmm, good!" "You little rascal!" My mother-in-law whispered, nestled tightly in my arms. "
Did you climax?"
"Mmm." "
Mom, how can you be so useless?"
"What?
You can't handle it!"
"Go away, you little pervert, taking advantage of me and then acting innocent!" "
Isn't that right? I haven't even used my real skills and you've already surrendered.
Who told you to specifically target my sensitive spots and stimulate me like that? How could I possibly stand it?
You're satisfied, but I'm so pent up!" I grabbed her large breasts and squeezed hard, then twisted them sharply.
"Ah, squeeze gently, it hurts." My mother-in-law cried out in pain, but her body arched upwards, trying to meet my kneading of her ample breasts. Her masochistic desires were starting to kick in. She looked up and stared seductively into my eyes: "I'll make you suffocate, I'll teach you to be bad!" "You
really want to suffocate me?" "Fine, I'll get dressed." I pretended to get up. "
No, don't." My mother-in-law immediately grabbed me and kissed my lips: "My little darling, my dear son-in-law, I'll make you feel good!" "
How will you make me feel good?"
"I'll let you do it with real force.
" "How will you do it with real force?" We started playing word games again. "I like to get passionate like this."
"What do you say?" Actually, my mother-in-law also liked this kind of playful teasing. "
Oh, you slut, you're teasing me!" I pressed my mother-in-law down onto the satin quilt, straddled her waist, and used both hands to squeeze and knead her large breasts hard through her tight red satin jacket.
"You dare to tease me, you big-breasted slut. First, let me crush and rub those big, fat breasts of yours, I'll rub them, I'll rub them hard, I'll pinch them, I'll pinch them hard!" "Ah, ouch, they're crushed! My breasts have been crushed by that wicked son-in-law... Ah, ah..." My mother-in-law, with her chest puffed out, endured my ravaging without discomfort, her seductive eyes constantly casting me glances: "
Good, good, I want your hard, thick cock to fuck my cunt hard! Let my little son-in-law's big cock ravage your fleshy mother-in-law's fat cunt!"
Hearing such lewd words coming from my mother-in-law's scarlet, fleshy lips, and seeing her lying on the green satin quilt in a wanton manner, I was filled with lust. I picked her up and grabbed the long, thick, soft red satin quilt that was still folded at the head of the bed. I was pulled to the center of the bed, then placed my mother-in-law on it. I straddled her, and she and the red satin quilt sank down into a boat-like shape. I held her, pressing her against the soft, thick red satin quilt, and roughly kneaded her for a while, enjoying the smoothness of the quilt and my mother-in-law. Then I leaned down and slid between her legs.
My hard penis pressed tightly against the smooth red satin quilt. I parted her labia again, found her swollen clitoris, and lowered my head to press it against her. I opened my lips and took her swollen clitoris into my mouth. In his mouth, he sucked hard, gently biting, his tongue occasionally plunging into her vagina and stirring fiercely.
Ah, ah... It's killing me, oh, it's so stimulating! Good son-in-law, my dear son-in-law, yes, yes, just like that, lick, lick... oh, yes, lick my cunt hard, ah, oh... nibble gently, ah, ah... suck my clit more, oh, it's so itchy... ah, it feels so good!
My mother-in-law, lying on the satin quilt, had her plump, beautiful legs hanging down on either side of the long red satin quilt, her fleshy vulva rising and falling with my licking and biting.
Ah, it's coming. It's coming! My mother-in-law seems to be about to climax again.
My penis, pressed against the satin quilt, rubbed against its incredibly soft and smooth surface, growing harder and harder. So, I quickly lifted my head away from my mother-in-law's vulva, preventing her from climaxing prematurely. I got up, straddled the satin quilt, gripped my hard penis, and aimed it at my mother-in-law's plump, pink, wet, and pink vulva. I thrust my hips forward and lowered my waist, plunging in hard: "Fuck! I'll fuck you to death, you fat, slutty mother-in-law!"
My mother-in-law groaned loudly at the same time: "Oh, finally it's in, so thick, ah... so hard and big!
...Fuck, fuck, fuck me to death! ...Ah, harder, oh, ouch...fuck, fuck! Is it satisfying?" "Mmm!" I fucked my fleshy mother-in-law hard. "
Ah, satisfying, fucking me so satisfying! Harder! ...Mmm...fuck harder!"
Damn! My fleshy mother-in-law, tell me, aren't you slutty? Damn!
Ah, slutty, my dear little son-in-law, I'm slutty, I'm so slutty!
Damn! Aren't you lewd? Tell me!
Oh, lewd, I am my dear little son-in-law's lewd slut! Ah, fuck me harder, fuck me...
ah, fuck you to death, you're so fucking slutty, so fucking lewd! Damn, I really want to fuck your fat cunt to pieces!
Fuck it through!
Oh, my dear little son-in-law, today I'll let you fuck my fat cunt to pieces! Fuck... fuck it through! Ah...
ah, damn! My fleshy mother-in-law, aren't you a slutty bitch who needs to be fucked? Ah!
Oh, yes, yes, I am my dear little son-in-law's slutty bitch who needs to be fucked! Fuck me harder, fuck you slutty fleshy mother-in-law hard! Ah...
My mother-in-law's lewd moans grew louder and louder, and I, who was pressing down on her body and charging into battle, thrust harder and harder. My mother-in-law's thick, tender vaginal muscles contracted and squeezed my hard penis, bringing wave after wave of intense stimulation. My penis moved in and out of her plump, horny cunt rapidly. As the stimulation intensified, when I pulled out, it would reach the entrance of her vagina, and when I thrust in, I would plunge it in forcefully all the way in. Her thick labia flipped in and out with each thrust, releasing bursts of vaginal fluid. The more I fucked my mother-in-law's cunt, the more addictive and stimulating it became. Suddenly, my mother-in-law's legs, which were tightly wrapped around my buttocks, spread wide open. Her hands, which had been gripping my arms, tightly embraced my violently heaving waist. Her lower body thrust upwards rapidly, her alluring eyes fixed on me with an extremely seductive gaze. Her scarlet lips parted, and she cried out to me: "
Faster, faster, my dear little son-in-law, fuck me faster, fuck me harder! Yes, yes, harder, fuck me harder!"
"Fuck harder, harder, fuck me, ah... I'm almost there, fuck me hard... quick!"
I felt a chill creep down my spine. Oh no, I'm about to come! Immediately, I straightened up and looked up at my mother-in-law, still wearing her bright red satin jacket. The two buttons on the front of the jacket had torn open from the long-term squeezing and rubbing, and her large, swollen breasts swayed up and down with her body movements. I grabbed her breasts with both hands through the jacket, squeezing and kneading them fiercely. Then, I suddenly grabbed the bodice of the jacket and pulled it open, finally exposing my mother-in-law's large, white breasts to me. My penis, which was inserted into her vagina, suddenly swelled up, and the rhythm of my thrusts involuntarily increased. My thick, strong hands reached for my mother-in-law's large breasts, my ten fingers gripping and squeezing with all my might against the plump, smooth, and swollen flesh. My mother-in-law's large breasts were brutally ravaged, the tender flesh overflowing from between my fingers. The chill down my spine grew heavier, the pleasure in my penis intensified, and suddenly, my fingers gripping her breasts tightened, my penis thrusting rapidly into my mother-in-law's fleshy cunt:
I'm coming too, my fleshy mother-in-law! Fuck, fuck, fuck you to death! Fuck you to pieces! Fuck you through! Ah, your wanton breasts, I'm going to crush you, to burst your harmful, large, fat breasts! Ah…fuck…fuck…fuck…! Ah, I'm going to cum! Cum! Cum…I'll fill your fat, horny cunt with my cum! Cum to death! ...
Ah, my little darling, my fleshy son-in-law, your slutty, horny mother-in-law was truly fucked to heaven today...Ah, it was so satisfying! ...Ah, my horny, fat cunt, you fucked it, fucked it through, fucked it raw!
...Ah, my slutty big breasts, you kneaded them, kneaded them raw! Squeezed them, squeezed them to pieces! ...Ah, I'm coming, I'm coming! I can feel your hot semen, so much of it! ...
After nearly two hours of passionate battle, the smoke of war finally dissipated.
This battle was much more intense than when I celebrated my mother-in-law's birthday a month ago, because this time my mother-in-law's efforts were no less than mine.

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