I loved my father-in-law on Christmas Eve

I had to work on Christmas Eve, which was really nauseating, but thankfully my boyfriend was there to keep me company. At 6 PM, he was waiting for me downstairs at my office right on time. My phone rang once, and I answered to tell him I'd arrived. I told him to wait a moment, and I'd be right down. I hung up and quickly packed my things to go home and spend Christmas Eve with him.
When I got to the office, he was already waiting by the car . Seeing I was wearing a short skirt, he quickly told me to get in so I wouldn't catch a cold.
Once in the car, he asked, "Honey, what do you want to eat tonight?" as he started the car.
"I want something hot," I replied, looking at him.
"Honey..." he thought for a moment, then turned to get something from the back seat.
He returned with a bag of gifts, saying,
"Honey, Merry Christmas!!" His face beamed as he handed me the presents.
"Wow, thank you, Father-in-law!!" I replied happily, then exclaimed, "Father-in-law, but I left your gift at home. Shall we go home and get it?" "
It's okay. If we go home and come out again, it'll be too late for dinner. We can get it tomorrow."
"Okay, okay!" I replied a little shyly to my boyfriend
, but I'm thick-skinned, so I asked my father-in-law what he gave me while unpacking the gift. He said as he drove,
"I've heard you complaining of aches and pains these past few days, so I prepared some essential oils for you."
"Essential oils...?" My hands were already sore, and I couldn't wait to open them.
"One bottle is for massaging muscle aches and pains, one is for relieving stress and promoting sleep, and I don't know about the other one,"
my father-in-law continued. "I thought I could give you a massage tonight to make you feel better."
I started yelling, "Don't massage me! Every time you massage me, it hurts so much!!"
My father-in-law looked at me coldly and used an advertising slogan, "Pain is what makes it effective."
By this time, the car had been driving on the street for a while. My father-in-law asked again what I wanted for dinner, and I pointed to a small hot pot restaurant by the roadside and said, "That's what we'll have
." After parking the car, we got out together to buy dinner. After buying dinner, we headed towards the motel. Once there, we paid the fees, got the key, and drove to our room. After parking the car and going upstairs, we started eating dinner first, while my father-in-law went to run a bath. I ate about six or seven tenths full and didn't feel like eating anymore, as did he.
"Wife, do you want to take a bath first? I'll give you a massage later," my father-in-law asked.
I started taking off my clothes and replied, "Mmm, okay." At this point, I was only wearing my underwear. My father-in-law came up from behind, hugged my waist, and gently kissed my neck, making me breathe heavily. He turned me around and continued kissing me from my neck to my lips. At this time, his hands were already unbuttoning my underwear behind my back. Then he squatted down and pulled my underwear down from my buttocks. After standing up, he continued to kiss my lips, his tongue probing into my mouth, occasionally sucking saliva into his mouth. His right hand was on my waist, and his left hand was gently stroking my chest. My nipples were slowly hardening. He looked at me affectionately. "Come on, let's take a bath!"
I sat in the jacuzzi. Seeing that my father-in-law was still standing, I reached out and touched his penis, stroking it until it became harder and harder. My father-in-law looked at me affectionately, bent down and kissed me, and then sat in the bathtub.
Seeing that I was sitting too high and couldn't reach my shoulders in the bathtub, my father-in-law pulled me into his arms and sat me at the bottom. I could feel his penis between my thighs, and his hand slowly moved towards my private parts, his fingers circling my clitoris, stimulating my senses. My eyes were half-closed, enjoying the warmth of the water and the arousal from his caresses. After soaking for a while, I felt my blood rushing through my body and my temperature rising, so I told my father-in-law I was hot. He felt hot too, so we got up together, dried ourselves, wrapped ourselves in large towels, and went to the bed. Lying on the bed, my father-in-law reached for some essential oil, opened the bottle, and told me to lie face down. He gently warmed the oil in his hands and began to massage it from my feet upwards, lightly as if caressing my skin. When he reached my thighs, he massaged the inside of my thighs, giving me a sensation of being teased but not stimulating, and I longed for him to caress my private parts. But seeing how earnestly he massaged me, I abandoned that idea and simply enjoyed the sensation his hands gave me. After massaging my back, my father-in-law wanted to continue massaging my front, but my desire was already high. Looking at him hazily, I got up and asked him for a kiss. My right hand was already stroking his penis under his crotch. He was also aroused, and his glans was leaking lubrication, while my lubrication flowed down my genitals. After kissing for a while, his lips moved from top to bottom, kissing my neck, chest, breasts, nipples, lower abdomen, and then my genitals. His tongue greedily licked my clitoris, while his right hand lingered at the entrance of my vagina. I started to moan, only able to grab his hair with both hands, close my eyes, and make "mmm" sounds. Then he rolled over into a 69 position, and my hand went towards his penis. I leaned my head against it, opened my lips, and sucked on his penis. He knew my erogenous zones too well, making it impossible for me to continue giving him oral sex. He was groaning while holding my penis, then his fingers circled my anus, making the sensations even more intense. As his fingers slowly entered my anus, the stimulation made my moans even louder. My clitoris, vagina, and anus became increasingly sensitive under my father-in-law's caresses and oral sex. Luckily, we were in a car, otherwise my moans might have been heard by the neighbors. My father-in-law stopped, and I lay on the bed. He got up and rubbed his penis against my vaginal opening. I think he probably couldn't take it anymore. His penis slowly entered my vagina, feeling so hot and hard, filling my entire vagina—a feeling of satisfaction. My father-in-law started moving his hips back and forth, the glans rubbing against my vagina, making my moans continue. The massage and oral sex had probably amplified my lust, making the sensations even more intense. I could only say
things like, "Father-in-law, I feel so good," and the rhythm was sometimes fast and sometimes slow. I hated it when he did this. He kept tickling my private parts, then my father-in-law lay down on his side, his chest against my back, and inserted his penis into my vagina again. I raised my right leg and straddled his right leg, making it easier for his penis to thrust in and out. At this moment, my father-in-law's hand moved to my clitoris and rubbed it, making me even more stimulated and sensitive. I could only moan and couldn't say anything. My love juice had already soaked our genitals, wetting my buttocks, making the sounds of our bodies colliding even more obvious, making a slapping sound. My father-in-law said in my ear, "Wife, you're so wet."
The stimulation from his words, combined with my shyness, made me secrete even more love juice. I don't know how long we did it, but I felt his penis getting harder and harder. My father-in-law must be about to ejaculate. Then he increased the speed. I didn't care about anything else because of the pleasure he brought. After thrusting for a while, I saw his body shudder, felt the hot liquid inside me, and heard his rapid breathing. I knew he had ejaculated. My father-in-law didn't immediately pull his penis out, but let it breathe inside my vagina. He sat up slightly, and I turned my head to kiss him. He responded to my kiss and hugged me even tighter. After resting for half an hour, semen leaked from his vagina as he got up to go to the toilet, while I was still lost in lust. He then washed himself and lay down beside me. I looked at him, and he looked at me tenderly. We kissed and embraced. My hand then moved to caress my penis again, and it began to harden. He looked at me and asked, "Wife, do you want more?"
I nodded and hummed twice. He then flipped me over and made me sit on top of him. I grabbed his penis and aimed it at my vaginal opening, slowly lowering myself down. His penis became even harder, and the previous lust was reignited. This time, he penetrated even deeper. I started to rock my hips, my clitoris rubbing against his pubic hair, my clitoral plexus inside my vagina, the glans rubbing deep inside, bringing me pleasure once again. His hands held my buttocks, making me rock faster and faster, and he thrust deeper and deeper, moaning... loud moaning. The pleasure and sensitivity stimulated me. Then his right hand moved to my anus, a different kind of pleasure, a chaotic feeling. Suddenly he stopped, and I could only feel a slight palpitation and muscle spasms throughout my body. I trembled involuntarily, my eyes unable to open, only able to enjoy the sensation. He continued to rock my waist, raising it higher and penetrating even deeper. I continued to moan, only able to utter the word "pleasure." He continued to touch my anus and caress my clitoris with his fingers, then stopped a second time, evoking the same reaction. He looked at me, and when my body stopped trembling, only my breathing became rapid. He continued this action until I couldn't take it anymore and spoke up. Only then did he stop and ask, "Did I hurt you?"
I shook my head and replied no,
it was just that I was too sensitive to bear it. My father-in-law stopped torturing me, and I lay on top of him, panting. He held me, gently stroking my back, his penis still inside me.
A few minutes later, I came to my senses, looked at him, and we kissed again. I checked the time; it was almost time, so I suggested going home. My father-in-law agreed. I got up to wash up. As I stood up, my father-in-law looked at the area where we had just been intimate. "Wife, why is it so wet this time?"
He touched the liquid, trying to identify it. He touched the unidentified liquid with his fingers. "Wife, this isn't vaginal lubrication; it feels more like water. Could it be...?"
I looked at him suspiciously. "What is it?" My father-in-law smiled and said, "Wife, did you squirt?"
I blushed and looked at him. "Really? Maybe it's yours." "Um... Ah... I think... It's our second time making love, and I haven't even ejaculated yet!" my father-in-law replied helplessly.
"Oh my god!" I thought to myself. (I'm already done for, who cares if you've ejaculated or not!) Then I changed the subject, "It's getting late, hurry up and take me home. I'll make it up to you next time." With a whoosh, I rushed off to take a shower, leaving my father-in-law alone on the bed, studying what the unknown liquid was. Then I told him to hurry up too, and he responded with just "Okay!"
before taking a shower. We got dressed and drove home from the hotel. On the way home, my father-in-law complained that his legs were weak and asked me, "Aren't your legs sore?"
I playfully replied, "No, because you massaged me with astringent oil today, so they're not sore." He looked at me with a mournful expression, though I was secretly pleased. I'm so grateful to have such a loving father-in-law.

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