Sister-in-law & Stepmother

My wife's younger sister is named Li Ling. She's 28 years old and a mother of a toddler. When my wife and I were dating, she was still a high school student. Even then, she was already quite voluptuous, but my wife and I were deeply in love and didn't pay much attention to other women.
A few years passed quickly. My wife was now running a business, and my sister-in-law had graduated but didn't go to university, so she came to help her sister with the business. I often went to the company, and that's when I noticed her voluptuous figure and her beautiful face, just like her sister's. But back then, I wasn't as lustful or bold, so I just drooled a little and that was it.
I've been very attentive to my sister-in-law. After all, my wife only has one sister, and I don't have a younger sister, so as her brother-in-law, I have to take care of her. She's very grateful to me, asking me many questions and treating me like an older brother.
Once, I was drinking with a close client from my wife's company. He leered at me and said, "Hey bro, your sister-in-law is really pretty. Haven't you thought about sleeping with her?"
I yelled back, "Go to hell! She's my sister-in-law, my wife's sister! If my wife found out, she'd cripple me!"
He chuckled, "You're lucky, kid. You married such a beautiful and capable wife, and you have such a beautiful and charming sister-in-law. I'm so fucking envious! I don't have a sister-in-law, but if I did, I'd definitely sleep with her. A sister-in-law is like half of her brother-in-law's butt. Otherwise, why would we call someone 'brother-in-law'? The 'husband' in 'brother-in-law' means another husband to the sister-in-law!"
After drinking, I thought about it, and this old lecher wasn't wrong. Although his reasoning was a bit off, there was some truth to it. I could only lament that I was born in a new era! In the old days of polygamy, my sister-in-law would have been my second wife!
From then on, I treated my sister-in-law even better. Gradually, I could sense that she also had feelings for me, but I dared not go too far. If her sister found out, I'd be finished. I had to develop a secret relationship with her.
It's true what they say, a woman's heart is unreliable, unless she's deeply in love with you, like my wife is with me.
Just as I was preparing to launch a powerful offensive in my secret relationship with my sister-in-law, something suddenly happened at my wife's company. A project with a company in the south ran into trouble, and I had to go personally to resolve it. My wife was too busy with company affairs and the children were still young to leave, so she decided to send me.
I had no choice but to say goodbye to my family and fly south. Unexpectedly, I was gone for almost a year. When I returned after resolving the project, things had changed drastically.
I rushed back excitedly, ready to launch another secret offensive against my sister-in-law, only to find that she had started dating someone and had been together for almost six months. This was a huge blow to me. I couldn't possibly ruin it, even though my skills were far inferior to hers.
A little over a year later, my sister-in-law got married. To my dismay, she slept with another man! Although he was her legal husband, I still felt a pang of jealousy. I decided to wait until things calmed down between her and her husband.
She soon became pregnant, but her husband was very busy with work, working for someone else, and didn't have much time to spend with her. So, I, her brother-in-law, took care of her. During this time, I gave her meticulous care, which touched her deeply. Even my wife noticed something was amiss and warned me.
I quickly explained to my wife, "She's your sister, which means she's my sister. She needs someone to be with her right now. I'm just giving her brotherly care." My wife is rather oblivious and busy with work, so she didn't interfere anymore.
I originally wanted to take advantage of her while she was heavily pregnant, but I was afraid of causing trouble. My wife had also warned me, so I decided to wait. Besides, women are most attractive after giving birth; I'll wait until after she gives birth.
Time passed quickly, and my desire for her grew stronger. Finally, her child turned one, and she sent the child to her mother-in-law's to be cared for. My opportunity came.
Because my brother-in-law was very busy with work, leaving early and returning late, and often traveling for business, my sister-in-law was often home alone. Her house wasn't far from mine, so I often went over to visit and chat with her.
As mentioned before, I had won over the young woman, and she was devoted to me, managing the shop very well. I didn't have to worry about much; I just stocked the shelves and occasionally satisfied the young woman. Now, I spent most of my time with my sister-in-law.
My sister-in-law also wanted me to visit her, since her child wasn't with her and her husband was very busy with work. Women need men's company.
One day, while I was stocking the shelves, I received a call from my sister-in-law. She said she and her husband had argued that morning, and she was at home now, hoping to talk to me. I immediately said no problem, and I would come over after I delivered the goods to the shop.
After delivering the goods to the store, I told the young woman, "I have to go, you'll have to look after this yourself." Then I drove straight to my sister-in-law's house.
When I got there, I saw her crying on the sofa. I quickly asked what was wrong, but she cried even harder. I had to comfort her. She said her husband leaves so early every day and comes home so late, and he's always away on business trips. The baby is still at her mother-in-law's house. The old lady doesn't trust her to take care of the baby, saying that babies are hard to raise and it's more reassuring for grandparents to take care of them, so she's just left alone at home. (By the way, my sister-in-law hasn't been going to work at my wife's company since giving birth, but she's still getting paid. Her sister is really good to her.)
This morning, she asked her husband if he could stay home with her more, and he got angry with her, saying he has a hard time too, etc., and then left her at work.
I laughed when I heard that, sat down on the sofa, helped her up, and took a tissue to wipe her tears. I told her, "Isn't it good for a man to prioritize his career? Even your sister, who's always idle, puts a lot of pressure on me."
She laughed and said, "Brother-in-law, you're doing well now too. You have your own shop."
We chatted for a while until noon, and I said, "You cook, I'm hungry."
The food was ready quickly, and we ate and chatted, even opening a bottle of red wine. Under the influence of alcohol, her face was rosy and beautiful. Unexpectedly, the conversation turned to her husband, and she started crying again. This time, I was at a loss. I stood up and went to her side to comfort her, and she also stood up and rested her head on my shoulder, crying.
I put my left arm around her waist and gently wiped away her tears with my right hand, whispering in her ear, "Don't cry, it breaks my heart to see you cry like this. Okay, don't cry!"
She leaned her soft body against me, and I held her for a few minutes. I felt the softness of her full breasts against my chest, and my penis involuntarily hardened. Just then, her hand fell and touched my erect penis. She cried out, "Ah!" and quickly raised her hand, saying shyly, "Brother-in-law, you…"
Looking at her shy face, I couldn't help but lower my head and kiss her lips. "Mmm, mmm," she gently struggled, but didn't try to pull away.
I held her tightly in my arms, and she wrapped her arms around my neck. We kissed passionately, forgetting time, forgetting everything else.
I don't know how much time passed before we stopped our passionate kiss. She rested her head against my chest, and I whispered in her ear, "Ling, do you know? I've loved you for a long time!"
She whispered back, "Yes, I know, brother-in-law. I know you're good to me, and I love you too, but I can't hurt my sister."
"I won't let your sister down. I still love her as before, but I also love you at the same time. I want you so much. You and your sister are the women I love most in my life. Ling, promise me, will we be lovers?" I said to her tenderly, and kissed her deeply again.
As we kissed passionately, she whispered, "Brother-in-law, I love you so much. I'm destined to be your woman."
Just then, music started playing, and she gently swayed her body, saying, "Brother-in-law, it's your phone."
"Ignore it!" I didn't want to put down such a voluptuous and delicate woman.
She pulled away from my embrace, saying, "You should answer it, what if it's urgent?"
I had no choice but to let go of her, take out the phone, and it turned out to be the young woman calling. She said a woman had bought a dress a few days ago that had come undone and wanted to return it. I said it was too much trouble, so I'd just give her the return. The young woman said it had already been worn and asked me to come over and handle it. I didn't want to go at first, as I could take this opportunity to win over my sister-in-law, but she persuaded me that business was more important, and there was plenty of time.
Hearing this, I thought I had a chance, and quickly said to her, "Wait for me, I
'll be back as soon as I'm done." She said shyly, "Brother-in-law, don't come today. He's away on a business trip tomorrow, so maybe he'll be back early today. Come tomorrow, I'll wait for you!"
Looking at her shy yet affectionate gaze, I was absolutely overjoyed.
When I arrived at the store, the woman was still nagging. I went over and told her I was the owner and that she could talk to me about what she wanted. They say two women are like a thousand ducks, but five hundred ducks are something else! She'd given me a real headache
after just a few words. Luckily, I managed to appease her quickly, exchanging her item unconditionally and even giving her a free set of cheap underwear. She was all smiles, saying how reputable my store was and that she'd come back again.
I respectfully saw her out and sincerely said, "Have a good trip, ma'am, and welcome back next time!" After all, the customer is always right.
When I turned around, I saw the girl covering her mouth and laughing. I was furious. I strode over, grabbed her large breasts, and said viciously, "You little brat, how dare you! You've offended all the customers, what am I supposed to do?! Go close the shop and see how I punish you."
It was getting late, and my lust was rising. I figured I could vent my frustration on the girl. She obediently closed the shop, and we had a passionate encounter.
The next day, before I even got out of bed, the phone rang. It was my sister-in-law. She told me her husband had left and wouldn't be back for several days. She was playing on her computer, but it had crashed, and she wanted me to come over and take a look.
I couldn't help but chuckle. What crash? She just wanted me to come over, didn't she? I quickly replied that I would be there in a bit. My wife asked who called. I told her, "It's your sister. Her computer broke down and she asked me to take a look." I also told her I was going out drinking with friends that night and wouldn't be back.
My wife got angry and said, "Stop associating with your bunch of shady friends."
I quickly defended myself, saying, "They're not shady friends, calling them shady friends is an insult to dogs!" My wife laughed. Sigh! To make my wife happy, I had to apologize to my friends.
Just then, my wife's secretary called to remind her of a meeting today. Her secretary is a very sweet-looking girl with a great figure, but she's my wife's confidante, so I wouldn't dare make a move on her. My
wife hurriedly packed up and left, warning me before she left that drinking was fine, but I wasn't allowed to do anything reckless, and I wasn't allowed to drive. I stood up straight and replied, "Yes, but how can I get there without a car? Why don't you ask your driver to take me?"
My wife spat at me and said, "Dream on!" and hurriedly went downstairs. My wife's driver is also a young girl, very wild-looking, with a big bust and a great figure. Although she's one of my targets, she's also one of my wife's confidantes.
My wife is quite a successful woman. She hasn't been in business for long, but she's very capable and manages such a large company with ease. She's also very strict about our child's education and doesn't allow me to help her. Well, I'd only cause trouble if I did. Some friends might say I'm a kept woman, but that's not true. She listens to me a lot at home, and even major company decisions are made after consulting with me.
Enough of that. I need to get back to writing. Everything I'm writing is true, but I haven't actually done any of these things with these women; it's all just my imagination. In reality, I'd have to follow these steps one by one. But my wife and even my mistress are indeed very obedient to me. I haven't found myself particularly charming. Hey, don't throw eggs at me! This designer suit of mine is very expensive. Can't I just keep writing?
My wife left, so I quickly got up, got ready, and headed straight to my sister-in-law's house.
When I arrived at my sister-in-law's house and rang the doorbell, I was stunned when she opened the door. She was so beautiful! She was wearing a semi-transparent nightgown, and I could vaguely see her full breasts, slightly sagging from breastfeeding, and her two dark, prominent nipples. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her smooth hair was casually draped over her
shoulders, and her delicate red lips and large, watery eyes looked at me. My little brother immediately stood up to greet her. "Brother-in-law, you're here?" she asked softly, but I was completely oblivious, my eyes fixed on her breasts. When she saw me like this, she lowered her head and noticed the tent in my pants, feeling shy and embarrassed.
"Brother-in-law, you, you..."
I suddenly came to my senses and hurriedly replied, "Yes, yes, I'm here." Without thinking, I reached out and took her hand. "Were you waiting long?" I asked her with concern.
She coquettishly shook off my hand, turned, and walked into the living room. Her nightgown was completely see-through at the back, and this time I could clearly see she wasn't wearing a bra. Her white panties tightly hugged her large, round buttocks, swaying alluringly with each step.
I quickly closed the door and followed her into the living room. She stood gracefully in the center. I gently wrapped my arms around her waist from behind. She lowered her head, revealing her snow-white neck. I lightly kissed her neck; the delicate skin of a mature woman intoxicated me.
I whispered in her ear, "Ling, you're so beautiful!" My hands began to caress her mature body without restraint, moving upwards to grasp her full, large breasts, kneading them vigorously.
"Ah!" she moaned softly, tilting her head back, her whole body trembling. Turning back, she murmured, "Ah, brother-in-law..." Her hand also rubbed my penis through my pants.
A surge of pleasure shot from my genitals to my brain. I kissed her luscious red lips, kissing her passionately. As she rubbed my penis faster and faster, an even more intense wave of pleasure washed over me.
I released her breasts and quickly removed my t-shirt and pants, leaving me only in a cotton panty. My erect penis created a high tent in the panty. I gently turned her around and quickly untied the straps of her nightgown.
As her nightgown slipped down, a beautiful body was revealed. Her smooth, white skin displayed the alluring delicacy of a mature woman. Her full, large breasts, slightly sagging from childbirth, and her two dark, grape-sized nipples, erect with excitement, stood proudly erect.
My gaze followed her heaving, full breasts down to her lower abdomen, which was slightly protruding and marked with stretch marks from childbirth. Narrow, short, pure white cotton panties clung tightly to her most alluring feature, her mons pubis high and rounded, like a freshly steamed bun, making me want to pounce and take a bite. Her shapely, long legs were pressed tightly together—truly a voluptuous, beautiful, mature, and juicy young woman who stirred my desires!
I reached out and grasped her breasts; the firm nipples pressed against my palms. Her full, large, and soft breasts were too large for one hand to fully encircle. Her hands were also tightly wrapped around my neck. I lowered my head and kissed her luscious red lips, kissing her passionately. Her breasts changed shape with my kneading, my hard penis pressing against her soft abdomen through my panties.
"Mmm…mmm…" she moaned softly.
I kissed her even more frantically; the woman I had dreamed of for so many years was finally mine.
My lips traveled down to her chest, taking the nipple on her plump breast into my mouth and gently licking it with the tip of my tongue, swirling it around occasionally.
"Oh... um..." Her moans became even more alluring.
My lips continued their journey downwards, kissing her lower abdomen, kissing the beautiful patterns.
Her hands embraced my head, her body arching back, her luscious red lips slightly parted, emitting even louder moans.
I was already kneeling on the carpet, my hands slipping under her panties, grasping her full buttocks, kneading them forcefully, and kissing her mons pubis through her panties. She continued to moan loudly.
I sat on the carpet, parted her thighs, tilted my head back, and gazed between her legs. She was already soaking wet, the crotch of her panties completely saturated, revealing the beautiful outline of her labia majora. I stuck out my tongue to lick that wet area and sucked hard on her love juice that had soaked through her panties.
"Ah..." She trembled all over, her legs unable to support her body, and slowly sat down on my head. I lay down on the carpet, and she sat on my lips, leaning forward, her hands on the ground to support her limp body.
I hooked my fingers around her panties and gently patted her plump buttocks, signaling her to take them off. She obediently lifted her hips, letting me remove her already soaked panties, and lifted one leg, readily pulling them off.
I admired her mysterious, sacred place up close. Her labia majora, swollen with excitement, were completely wet with love juice, slightly parted, radiating an alluring sheen. Her dark brown labia minora were also completely drooping, the love juice slowly flowing down them, gathering into a completely transparent droplet, with a long, sticky trail, dripping onto my nose.
I grabbed her buttocks with both hands and pulled her down, her vulva suddenly sitting on my mouth. My lips and her labia majora shared a passionate French kiss. "Ah..." my sister-in-law let out a captivating moan.
I opened my mouth wide and completely sucked on her vulva, sliding my tongue back and forth between her hot, cracking opening. Her buttocks began to writhe, her moans growing faster and faster. I felt her love juices increasing, flowing into my mouth, sweet as nectar.
My lips moved upwards, finding her fully erect clitoris. The lovely clitoral head had broken through the foreskin, revealing itself. What a large clitoris! I hadn't expected her to have such a large clitoris. I sucked on it tightly, swirling my tongue rapidly around the clitoral head.
She pressed down hard, rapidly moving her buttocks back and forth, more and more love juices flowing down my chin and onto my neck.
"Ah..." She suddenly straightened up, her whole body tensing, pressing her vulva forcefully against my mouth. I knew she had reached her climax, and I quickly opened my mouth, ready to receive the delicious taste of her orgasm.
Her body trembled violently, and a stream of sweet, delicious nectar gushed from her vagina into my mouth.
(I think a man and a woman in the desert without water would probably use this method too; it quenches thirst just the same, and it's certainly better than urine.)
After her climax, her body was completely limp, lying helplessly on the carpet, her plump, white buttocks raised high. I swallowed every drop of my sister-in-law's sweet love juice that flowed into my mouth, pulled my head out from between her legs, knelt behind her, and continued to kiss her still gently trembling body.
Because she was also kneeling on the carpet, her upper body completely prostrate on the ground, her round arms limply outstretched, her buttocks were raised very high, fully displaying her post-climax vulva and lovely anus to me.
I kissed her plump buttocks deeply, licking her wet labia majora with my tongue, sucking her labia minora into my mouth, gently pulling them outwards, feeling their softness.
She gently swayed her plump buttocks, her adorable anus seemingly beckoning to me impatiently. I lightly touched and swirled my tongue around her lovely anus.
I licked her labia and anus for a while, and she recovered her strength, straightening up and looking at me tenderly, whispering, "Brother-in-law, I love you!" She then kissed my luscious red lips. I reached out and embraced her soft waist, and we knelt on the carpet, passionately kissing.
We fell to the ground in each other's arms, and she lay on top of me, licking my neck with her tender tongue, licking the love fluid that had flowed down my neck and was gradually drying. She slowly kissed my chest, kissing my nipples, a tingling sensation spreading throughout my body. I stroked her hair with my left hand and grasped her large breasts with my right, pinching her nipples between two fingers and kneading them forcefully.
She continued kissing downwards, reaching my genitals. She licked my hard penis through my underwear, wetting the front of it with saliva, then bit the edge with her teeth and gently pulled it down. My penis, which had been confined by my underwear for so long, sprang out.
"Ah..." she exclaimed in surprise, "Brother-in-law, yours is so big!"
I lifted my buttocks, pulled my underwear completely down, sat up with my legs apart, and stroked her hair, asking, "Isn't his bigger?"
My sister-in-law fondled my hard penis, saying shyly, "His is much smaller than yours, and he doesn't want to give me oral sex. Brother-in-law, I felt so good just now!" Then she lowered her head and swallowed my penis.
Watching my large penis being swallowed by her, a strong pleasure surged through my brain, and I couldn't help but groan, "Ah!" I lay down, comfortably enjoying the pleasure my sister-in-law was giving me.
I stroked her buttocks while she diligently performed oral sex on me. My penis seemed even larger in her mouth. I patted her buttocks, lifted her thighs, and she understood, straddling me and bringing her buttocks close to my mouth. I held her buttocks with one hand and reached to her chest with the other, forcefully squeezing and kneading her soft breasts. My lips pressed tightly against her labia, sucking hard.
I licked her clitoris, urethra, vaginal opening, and even her slightly protruding anus from relaxation, leaving no part untouched. Her mouth enveloped my penis like a tight vagina. This 69 position brought immense pleasure to both of us. I licked her vulva and anus rapidly, occasionally inserting the tip of my tongue into her vagina. With my skillful technique, she quickly reached another orgasm, the resulting fluid spraying all over my face.
I rolled over and pinned her down, my hands grasping her large breasts. My erect penis pressed against her wet vulva, and with a powerful thrust, my penis plunged into her hot, muddy vagina. As I entered, we both cried out simultaneously. The exquisite feeling of that initial penetration was indescribable!
"Ling, I love you, you're mine, you're my woman."
"Brother-in-law, I love you too, I'm your woman, ah..."
I kissed her lips tightly, and she reciprocated by probing my mouth with her tongue. Our tongues intertwined, each sucking the other's juices into our own. My penis thrust rapidly in and out of her body, her plump labia nestled against it, clinging tightly. Her love juices splashed out with each thrust, wetting the place where we were joined.
Her delicate moans grew louder, her body swaying up and down in perfect harmony with my thrusts, her labia flipping rapidly, her love juices splashing everywhere.
I don't know how much time passed, but my pleasure grew stronger and stronger. At the same time, I noticed her vagina contracting repeatedly, and her arms around me tightened. I knew her orgasm was approaching, and I was about to lose control and ejaculate.
"Ah..." With a loud cry, her vagina contracted violently, and a gush of love juice poured onto my glans. Under this intense stimulation, I could no longer hold back. I gripped her breasts tightly, thrusting my penis deep into my sister-in-law's vagina, and ejaculated a thick stream of semen.
Sex is intense, and naturally, it takes a lot of energy. I lay weakly on top of her, my penis still inside her vagina, my head resting on her fragrant shoulder, my hands still holding her breasts. She lovingly wiped the sweat from my forehead, her arms tightly around me, as if afraid I would leave her.
About ten minutes later, my sister-in-law softly asked me, "Brother-in-law, do you regret it?"
I looked at her affectionately and gently replied, "How could I regret it? Having you is the greatest happiness of my life. You are mine, and I want you to be mine forever, my eternal lover!"
"Me too, I am yours, and I want to be your eternal lover!" she said excitedly.
Just then, the phone rang. I let go of her, and she stood up and walked naked to the sofa to answer the phone. I stood up as well, walked to her side, sat on the sofa, and put my arm around her, letting her sit in my lap.
When she saw the phone number, she quickly said to me, "It's my husband, brother-in-law, please don't say a word!" Then she picked up the phone.
It turned out that her husband, my brother-in-law, was already out of town and was calling home to let her know and apologize to my sister-in-law for what happened yesterday morning. My sister-in-law nestled in my arms as she answered her husband's call, our naked skin pressed tightly together, and I was even fondling her large, soft breasts.
While responding to her husband's complaints on the phone with "uh-huh," she leaned against me, playing with my semi-erect penis. I glanced at my watch; it was already past 3 PM. Our "battle," including foreplay, had lasted from 11 AM to 3 PM—nearly four hours! No wonder I was so tired; having an affair feels different!
Her husband rambled on for almost twenty minutes before hanging up. She turned and straddled my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me passionately, saying in a sweet voice, "Brother-in-law, you won't leave me, will you?"
I squeezed her large breasts and said, "How could I? How could I bear to part with such a delicate sister-in-law? I want you to be my mistress for life!"
"Then I'm your wife. You're not allowed to see any other women besides my sister and me. If I find out you dare to see another woman, I'll castrate you!"
My goodness, they really are sisters; even their words are the same. It seems I need to be more discreet in the future, or these two darlings really might castrate me. We were so engrossed
in our sweet nothings that time passed by past four o'clock. I said to my sister-in-law, "Honey, aren't you hungry? I'm starving! Go cook me something, or I'll eat you up!"
She suddenly realized and said, "Oh, it's already past four! I'll go cook right away. Honey, you rest." She quickly stood up and walked naked to the kitchen, while I comfortably leaned back against her and turned on the TV.
After a while, I heard a symphony of pots and pans clattering from the kitchen, followed by the aroma of stir-fried dishes. I threw down the TV remote and went into the kitchen. I saw my sister-in-law standing there naked, wearing only an apron, stir-frying vegetables. Her full, round buttocks swayed with her movements. I couldn't resist going over and slipping my hand under her apron, grabbing her large breasts and kneading them.
"Hey, brother-in-law, stop it! The food's going to burn! Go wait in the living room, okay?" my sister-in-law hurriedly shooed me away. I had no choice but to go back to the living room and continue watching TV.
A moment later, I heard my sister-in-law call out, "Honey, dinner's ready!"
I went to the dining room. Her cooking was pretty good; she'd prepared three dishes and a bottle of red wine so quickly. I sat down and pulled my sister-in-law onto my lap. I put my left arm around her waist and my right hand on her breast, saying, "Wife, I want you to feed me."
"Good husband, come on, open your mouth." She obediently fed me, occasionally sipping a sip of red wine.
In this sensual scene, we quickly finished our meal. I picked up my sister-in-law and carried her back to the living room. She nestled against my neck, resting her head happily on my shoulder.
"Baby, I'm not leaving tonight, okay?"
"Really?" She looked up in surprise, gazing at me eagerly. "You're not lying to me, are you, brother-in-law?"
"How could I possibly lie to you? Really!"
"What did you say to my sister?"
"I told her I was going drinking with my friends tonight. Who would have thought I was here to sleep with my sister-in-law!"
She nestled shyly in my arms, wrapping her arms around my neck and whispering sweetly, "Brother-in-law, I'm yours. It's only natural for you to sleep with me. Let's sleep for a while. Tonight I want to..."
I picked up my sister-in-law and carried her to the bedroom, preparing for tonight's battle.
My sister-in-law, Hong, is a beautiful woman. After being laid off, she came to work in public relations at my company and lived in my home. In fact, I've always wanted to possess her, but because my wife is so strict, I haven't succeeded, and it's become a nagging thought. My sister-in-law was already quite mature by the time she was 16, and she's been with countless men, but I don't care about any of that. I just want to have her.
One day, I was taking a bath alone. Our bathroom is quite large, with a shower, a wooden tub, and a whirlpool. While I was in the tub, my wife and Hong returned from the provincial capital. I heard my wife say, "Hong, you take a bath first; I'm going downstairs to get my hair done later."
I was soaking in the tub at the time. After a while, Hong entered the bathroom, took off her clothes, and started showering. She didn't see me, but I could see her beautiful figure, her high breasts, and her angelic face. I wanted to rush at her immediately, but I still
… After rinsing, I went straight to the wooden tub. I knew she wanted to soak in it too. I remained submerged in the water, motionless. As she stepped in, she saw me, her mouth agape, about to cry out. I quickly covered her mouth and shook my head. Just then, my wife said, "Hong, I'm going to get my hair done. You can take your time washing."
Hong said, "Go ahead..." As she spoke, I tightly kneaded her full breasts with both hands. She was trying to avoid me, but I wasn't going to let her go. My lips were kissing her body.
At that moment, my wife opened the bathroom door, and my sister-in-law froze. I also submerged myself in the water, holding her waist with both hands. I could see her labia, pink and beautiful.
I recklessly spread her legs and licked her labia with my tongue. She gently twisted her body, afraid to move too much, lest her sister see. And I could then insert my tongue into her vagina. She didn't dare make a sound... My wife went downstairs to get her hair done.
I looked up at Hong and said, "Hong, you're so beautiful. I've wanted to make love to you for a long time."
Hong struggled and said, "No, no, it wouldn't be good if my sister saw."
I said, "It won't." I gently put my arm around her waist and slowly kissed her. Her struggles weren't as strong as before.
I said to her, "Hong, I like you, I love you, I really want to make love to you. Today I'm proposing to you, will you say yes?" She kept her mouth tightly shut and didn't say a word.
I said, "If you don't say anything, that means you've said yes."
She lowered her head, and I lifted her head. Her beautiful face was right in front of me. I was so excited. I kissed her face passionately and caressed her body. I said to her, "Hong, let's go to bed!" She hummed in agreement.
I carried her into her bedroom and placed her on her bed. I said, "Hong, I want to kiss your pussy, is that okay?"
She said, "No."
I could only kiss her face, slowly moving downwards until I reached her lower abdomen, where I touched her sparse pubic hair. She covered her labia with her hands, preventing me from kissing her, so I started kissing her feet, slowly moving upwards until I reached between her thighs, which were tightly closed.
I forcefully spread her legs and explored her labia with two fingers. Her vaginal fluid quickly soaked my fingers. I put my fluid-covered fingers into her mouth, and she licked them, saying, "What is this? It tastes so good."
I took the opportunity to slip my head inside, and her legs clamped tightly around it. I gently licked her labia with my tongue; they were so tender and smooth. She wriggled and moaned softly, and fragrant love juice slowly flowed from her honeypot, which I sucked and savored.
My tongue was now completely inside her vagina; it was so tender and slippery, the most delicate part of a woman I had ever kissed. The love juice had no odor whatsoever. Her love juice increased, and I kept licking it…
Suddenly, her legs clamped around my head, pulling it towards her vaginal opening, allowing my tongue to penetrate even further. I kept thrusting in and out of her vagina. Her vagina moved rhythmically in sync with my tongue, allowing it to penetrate her vagina... Her love juices flowed even more...
She had me lie on the bed, and she sat on my chest, her vagina facing me. She bent over, and my tongue entered her vagina. She adopted the woman-on-top position, thrusting in and out of my mouth, her love juices flowing into my mouth along her tongue...
At this moment, my sister-in-law said, "I'm going to come."
Love juices shot out from her vagina, spraying onto my mouth and face, covering my face completely...
I licked the love juices inside and outside her vagina clean. She lay on top of me, trembling, and slowly ate the love juices on my face...
I knew she had reached orgasm...
I carried her to the bathroom, washed her body again, and said to her, "Hong, I haven't entered your body yet."
She said, "Come on, I'm not a virgin, why would I be afraid of you? I'm just afraid you won't dare."
What did I have to be afraid of? I had been waiting for a long time. I said, "Hong, what will your husband think if we make love like this?"
She said, "I don't care. I'm not afraid even if he knows."
I believed her; her husband couldn't control her at all. She hugged me tightly. I pulled her back to the bed, but before we even got on, she cried out, "Hurry, my juices are about to flow!"
I quickly put her on the bed. I pressed myself against her and tried to insert my big, hard penis into her vagina, but I couldn't get it in at first. She used her juices to lubricate my head, and I thrust it in hard—it went all the way in! It felt so good.
I used a 70% in, 30% out insertion method and fucked her for a long time. My sister-in-law kept moaning, and I couldn't hold back any longer. I said to Hong, "Hong, I'm going to cum."
She looked at me with her beautiful face and said, "Brother-in-law, go ahead and cum. I've been waiting for this day for so long. I'm finally yours. I'm so happy..."
I thrust to her deepest point and ejaculated all my semen into her body. I felt her vagina gripping my penis tightly, preventing it from leaving… Her body trembled… She was covered in sweat, and I knew she had reached orgasm again.
I gently embraced her and said, “Hong, you are the woman I love most. I will grant you anything you want.”
She said, “I want you…” I was so excited.
By the time my wife finished her hair and came upstairs, Hong and I had already washed up and gotten dressed.
Later, I bought Hong a villa in the provincial capital, and Hong got divorced. She became my mistress, and I went to stay with her for two days every week. Our sex was always passionate.
My name is A-Kun, I am twenty years old, and I have been working for two years. My biological mother died early, and I have a stepmother who looks exactly like the famous mainland actress Fu Yiwei. They are practically identical—their figure, appearance, eyes, skin, and temperament are all the same. If the two stood together, it would be impossible to tell them apart.
She is almost twenty years younger than my father. It is said that my father taught at a school, and my stepmother was his student. She was a very hardworking and diligent student and one of my father's favorite students. Because of her family's poverty, she couldn't afford the tuition and had suggested dropping out to find employment. My father, feeling sorry for such a good student, contacted the school and waived her tuition, also frequently providing financial assistance to her family.
When she graduated from high school, my mother had already passed away for over a year. Admiring my father's character, she proposed marriage. At the time, she was a beautiful seventeen-year-old girl, exceptionally beautiful, with outstanding character, gentleness, and dignity—truly a rare find.
However, my father, considering the significant age difference and unwilling to waste her youth, firmly refused. But her mind was made up; she declared she would never marry anyone but my father, or she would become a nun. Her attitude moved my father, and thus the marriage took place.
Shortly after the marriage, my father resigned from teaching to go into business, and later into industry. The two were deeply in love and lived harmoniously. Sadly, only ten years into their marriage, three years ago, my father passed away. She was only twenty-seven then, and became a widow.
Now you can see how unfortunate my stepmother was. My stepmother was my father's wife when I started elementary school, meaning she has been taking care of me since I was seven. She also has a son and a daughter, one eight years old and the other six, both in elementary school.
Although she has her own children, she continues to care for and look after me as if I were her own. I have always considered her my mother. Because I was too young when my mother passed away, I don't even remember what she looked like. So, in my heart, my stepmother is my mother.
We are a well-off family. Unfortunately, my father passed away early, and his small factory closed down. I couldn't inherit his business and had to work odd jobs. My stepmother works as a real estate agent, and her business is very good. Because she is a very capable woman, a strong figure in the business world, and with my father's inheritance, she and her siblings are financially secure. After my father's
death, my mother independently supported the family, and they lived a very prosperous life. The family is very close-knit. Because of her exceptional talent and unparalleled beauty, many men offered to marry her, but she refused them all, saying she didn't want to remarry for the sake of her children. She remained single, pure and chaste, never harboring any romantic thoughts. I deeply admired her for this.
From a young age, I developed a habit of kissing my stepmother's cheek every day before leaving home. Even now, though I'm not young anymore, I still do it daily, and everyone takes it for granted.
Recently, I've noticed a change in her gaze—a brighter, warmer look, filled with an indescribable charm. Each time I kiss her, her body trembles slightly. Once, she even wrapped her arms around my waist, asking me to kiss her a few more times.
Another time, she even put her arms around my neck, stood on tiptoe, and kissed me on the lips. I myself feel a difference in my feelings for my stepmother: I've begun to notice her beauty and her rosy, delicate skin, and I especially want to kiss her more.
She is naturally quiet and gentle, yet she possesses a captivating charm. I thought to myself, how young and beautiful my mother is, no wonder so many men are pursuing her. If I weren't her son, I'd probably be captivated by her too.
I usually just kiss her cheek, but a desire stirred within me—a desire to kiss her full, beautiful lips more often. Of course, this was just wishful thinking, because I knew that only lovers kiss. I knew my thoughts were extremely inappropriate and tried my best to suppress my emotions.
One evening three months ago, it was my birthday. My stepmother prepared a delicious meal, and the whole family happily celebrated my birthday. That night, my stepmother kept urging me to drink, and I also enjoy beer.
I drank quite a bit of beer and a little brandy, so I was a little tipsy. After dinner, I wanted to go back to my room to rest, but as soon as I stood up, I staggered and almost fell.
Seeing this, my mother grabbed one of my arms and put it around her neck, and with her other arm around my waist, she practically dragged and carried me back to my room. I felt her taking off my shoes, socks, and coat. After that, I knew nothing more and fell asleep on the bed.
Around midnight, I vaguely felt someone stroking my penis. I woke up with a start and saw my stepmother lying beside me. She was completely naked, and so was I; it seemed she had undressed me. She held me tightly in her arms and kissed me.
I opened my eyes wide, utterly bewildered by the scene before me, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Ah!"
My stepmother, seeing that I was awake, was also taken aback. She quickly released my penis, pushed me away from her embrace, turned away, her cheeks flushed, and said shyly, "Oh dear! I'm so sorry! I... I thought... you were drunk... you wouldn't wake up..." As she spoke, she covered her face with her hands. However, through the gaps in her hands, I could see that her face was red all the way down to her neck.
I was at a loss and tried to get out of bed to leave. But she wouldn't allow it, pleading, "Kun, don't go!" She wrapped her limbs around me from behind, kissing my neck and timidly uttering tender words of love she had longed for and desire to be with me.
She said, "Kun'er, do you know, you have an intoxicating charm that no woman can resist. I simply cannot resist your allure!" Then she added that she had thought I was too drunk to wake up tonight, and wanted to secretly be intimate with me for a while before leaving, but she hadn't expected me to wake up. I turned back to look at her, and she quickly lowered her head, her shy demeanor captivating.
The most difficult thing to bear is the kindness of a beautiful woman! Her words, soft and sweet, her expression so pitiful, evoked an indescribable feeling in me, a stirring in my heart and a surge of romantic thoughts.
My stepmother was only thirty years old, with a delicate and sweet appearance, rosy cheeks and cherry lips, extremely beautiful; especially her large, watery eyes, bright and clear, sparkling and full of affection, a single glance from them could send shivers down your spine; moreover, she possessed a remarkably enviable, youthful figure, slender yet voluptuous, with snow-white and delicate skin, a true beauty. Coupled with her excellent skincare and grooming, she looked no more than twenty years old, possessing an unparalleled charm.
To be honest, for a long time, whenever I saw her, I often felt a longing for her. But because she was my mother, and because of her noble, dignified, and graceful demeanor, a blend of charm and strength, I held her in high esteem and never entertained any improper thoughts.
Now, however, the desire that had been suppressed by her timidity, the passion hidden deep within her heart, had been aroused, becoming intense and almost uncontrollable. Filled with tenderness, she was completely different from her usual self, throwing herself
into my arms with captivating grace and alluring charm, her eyes sparkling with passion. Her shy and delicate appearance only enhanced her allure, making her exceptionally captivating. I simply couldn't resist her temptation. Impulsively, I reached out and hugged her tightly, kissing her cheeks, lips, and neck, repeatedly whispering, "Mommy... Mommy... I love you so much!" At the same time, my hands roamed freely over her curvaceous and supple body.
Faced with my intense impulse, she became somewhat shy and quickly pulled a sheet over herself. I laughed and pulled the sheet away, exposing her firm breasts, alluring hips, and almost flat stomach. She looked like a rosebud, waiting to bloom. I continued to kiss her. Gradually, she became less timid, growing more and more passionate and uninhibited. But she had completely lost her composure and shyness.
"Ah! My darling!" My stepmother hugged me excitedly, her hand gripping my penis tightly.
I kissed her passionately, her lips slightly parted, allowing my tongue to enter and intertwine with hers. We held each other tightly, kissing…
Soon, moans escaped her throat, and her body trembled slightly.
After a while, she whispered in my ear, "Kun'er... Mommy... needs it so much... give it to me quickly!" Her passion had reached its boiling point, her eyes brimming with hunger and pleading. She couldn't wait any longer.
I was also starting to feel the urge to act. Although I had never been in contact with a woman before, I knew from books that intercourse involved the insertion of genitals, and I had also seen some related movies, so I naturally knew what intercourse was all about.
So, I rolled over and pressed myself against her delicate body, thrusting my hard penis towards that mysterious place. But I was really inexperienced, and several attempts failed to penetrate. She slightly opened her beautiful eyes, smiled shyly, and slowly parted her legs, guiding my very thick and hard penis into a gentle, smooth, and tight space with her hand.
I stopped after only a little bit inside. She gasped, "Why...why aren't you going in?"
I whispered, "Mommy, I'm afraid to push in too hard, I'm afraid I'll hurt you."
"It's alright, I'm very deep inside, it won't hurt, please hurry! I can't take it anymore!" she cried softly.
So I pushed in hard. As I pressed down, her waist suddenly arched upwards.
"Ah!" she let out a soft, comfortable sigh, full of sweet tenderness. This meant I had penetrated her completely. I held her tightly and kissed her. I felt her vagina contracting and sucking my penis, and it felt very good.
She whispered, "Darling, move a little!" So
I swayed my hips from side to side.
She said, "No, you have to move up and down, in and out!"
Following her instructions, I slowly thrust in and out.
She praised me with delight, "Yes, that's it, you can go faster, harder!"
I started to gradually increase the speed... I kept thrusting. She closed her beautiful eyes tightly and began to moan softly, her head swaying from side to side, sometimes biting her lower lip, sometimes parting her cherry lips slightly, her breathing rapid, her expression seemingly in pain.
I thought my thrusts were too rough and causing her discomfort, so I stopped and whispered, "Mommy, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"
She opened her eyes and said shyly, "No, it feels good, don't stop, faster, faster!"
Encouraged, I increased my speed.
Her waist was twisting violently, her mouth open, her breathing becoming even more rapid, her chest heaving quickly, and she called my name: "Faster! Faster!... Faster, harder!... Harder!... Oh, I'm going to die!"
I thrust wildly.
She seemed to be in a semi-conscious state, making intermittent murmurs, the meaning of which was incomprehensible, then bursting into frenzied shouts and screams, demanding that I thrust harder. I thrust even harder. Her body tossed and turned like a small boat battered by waves, her beautiful hair flying wildly with each movement, a truly captivating sight.
Suddenly, she let out a sharp cry, her whole body convulsing. The cry ceased, but her breathing remained rapid. Gradually, she came to a stop, lying limply on the bed as if asleep, a blissful smile playing on her lips.
I knew she had experienced an orgasm. I hadn't ejaculated yet; my penis remained erect inside her, filling her vagina. I knew from books that women need caresses after an orgasm, so I gently stroked and kissed her.
After about twenty minutes, she slowly opened her alluring eyes, reached out her soft hand, and stroked my cheek, whispering with gratitude, "Kun'er, you're so good!" She pulled my head down and kissed me passionately.
We embraced tightly, our bodies intertwined, our lips locked, caressing each other passionately, lingering in each other's company for a long time…
Soon, her pelvis began to twitch, and I longed for another round. So, I thrust in again. She moaned and cried out incessantly, her sharp nails digging fiercely into my arm, while her secretions flowed like a tidal wave.
Soon, she was in another spasm of orgasm, her legs wrapped around my waist like an octopus, crying out, "Kun'er...hold me tight, I'm dying, I..." Her words grew weaker and more incoherent; she just trembled and trembled, then suddenly relaxed completely, her legs falling back down, lying there as if unconscious...
That night, one of us was like a parched land finally seeing rain, insatiable and hungry, while the other, experiencing tenderness for the first time, was eager and tireless. We made love endlessly, trying several positions. The sexual knowledge I had learned from books came in handy: "riding position," "69 position," "delicate jade flute position," "left-side position," "right-side position," "split position," "rear-entry position," "shoulder-carry position"... we tried them all.
I discovered that although my mother was older than me and had been married for over ten years, her sexual knowledge was extremely limited; she only knew the traditional missionary position. Because it was our first time in bed, she displayed a girlish shyness and bashfulness, too embarrassed to praise me. But from her bewildered and surprised eyes, I could see how satisfied, admiring, and convinced she was of my extensive sexual knowledge. She obediently followed my lead, enjoying the pleasure under my guidance, and was so satisfied and absorbed.
That night, we made love eight times until dawn.
Just as she snapped out of her frenzied, unrestrained moans, she instantly transformed back into a shy and dignified mother. As I held her neck and gently stroked her face, her cheeks flushed crimson, her eyes brimming with shyness.
I asked, "Mommy, are you comfortable?"
She stroked my face and said shyly, "Kun'er, my good boy, you're so amazing! You've made Mommy cum! You've made me cum so many times! Ah, I'm so happy! I've never experienced such pleasure before, and I had over ten orgasms in one night!"
I said, "Mommy, you've been married to Father for over ten years, haven't you ever been this happy?"
She said, "Your father is a very good man, and he has certainly given me a lot of pleasure in our sex life. But he's getting old, and his strength isn't what it used to be." "Bei isn't as thick and long as you, so he can only give me one orgasm at most each time we make love. And he only knows the traditional missionary position, he doesn't know as much as you do. Kun'er, your skills are truly breathtaking. Kun'er, today I finally understand what it means to be intoxicated, to be in ecstasy!" After saying that, she shyly pressed her face against my chest, put one leg over my body, and reached out a hand to grasp my penis, exclaiming, "Wow! Still so hard! Kun'er, Mommy is completely captivated by you!"
The clock struck six, it was already six o'clock in the morning. That means we had been making love all night, starting from ten o'clock last night.
She stroked my face and said in a sweet voice, "Kun'er, I can't get up, you've worn me out all night!" She added, "Please go and wake up the two children, let them have some snacks, and then go to school, okay?"
I agreed, hugged her soft, delicate body, kissed her lips and face for a while, then got up, put on my clothes, and walked towards the door.
"Come back," she suddenly whispered, "Kun'er, the two children come to say goodbye to me every day before school. I don't want them to see me sleeping in your room. But," she said, her face flushed with shyness, "I'm so weak right now, I really can't move. Please... carry me... back to my bedroom, okay?"
I smiled and nodded, gently lifting her naked body from my bedroom downstairs to hers on the second floor. She wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing my face and neck incessantly.
When I placed her on the bed, her body was perpendicular to the bed, her legs dangling over the edge, and she lay limp on the bed, unable to move. She looked at me somewhat embarrassed, smiling bitterly, and said, "I don't have any strength left!"
I smiled knowingly, and leaned down to gently stroke her rosy cheeks, kissing her lips. As I prepared to lift her legs and straighten her body, a captivating sight drew me in: two high, firm breasts on her snow-white bosom, their bright red nipples gleaming in the morning sun.
Below her flat stomach, a beautiful semi-circular mound, made even more prominent by her legs dangling over the edge of the bed, was covered with a thin layer of dark curls. At the center of that mound was a narrow slit, sometimes visible, sometimes hidden.
"Ah, so beautiful!" I exclaimed. Last night, preoccupied with our lovemaking, I hadn't had time to appreciate this beautiful body.
She glanced at me shyly, smiled bashfully, and then closed her eyes again.
Impulsively, I parted her long, slender legs, widening the slit and revealing a small, pink patch of skin. Lost in my own world, I pounced on her, my tongue darting out to lick and suck. With each lick, her body trembled.
She moaned ecstatically, yet remained conscious, murmuring softly, "No, Kun'er, not now, I'm afraid the children will see!"
Reminded by her words, I stopped, but ultimately still inserted my tongue into her vagina, stirring it around for a while until she cried out softly, before finally stopping. I picked her up, laid her flat, and covered her with a sheet.
I went to wake my two younger siblings and arranged for them to eat breakfast. Before leaving for school, they indeed went to their mother's room to say goodbye. I followed.
Hearing the noise, she opened her tired, beautiful eyes. The two children asked, "Mommy, are you sick? Why aren't you up yet?"
Her face flushed, she smiled kindly, and then said softly and weakly, "Mommy isn't sick, I'm just too tired yesterday, I need to sleep a little longer. Go to school, eat well at school, and come home early after school."
It was already 7:30 when I saw my siblings off. I went to the bedroom to check on her, and found her still fast asleep, her arms and breasts exposed, her snow-white skin and rosy face incredibly alluring.
I couldn't resist bending down to kiss her lips. She didn't wake up. So I locked the bedroom door, took off my clothes, slipped into the sheets, put my arm around her neck, and held her as we lay down, exhausted from the night's lovemaking.
When I woke up at two o'clock in the afternoon, I found her still in my arms. She hadn't woken up yet, but one hand tightly gripped my penis, the other wrapped around my neck, her face buried in my shoulder, her whole body nestled against me, one leg draped over me.
Listening to her even, soft breathing, smelling the rich fragrance emanating from her body, and seeing her rosy face and the captivating smile on her lips, I was once again immersed in a sea of happiness.
I couldn't resist gently straightening her body, parting her long, slender legs, and climbing on top of her, letting my penis enter her gentle embrace. I had barely moved a few times when she woke up, letting out a joyful "Oh!" and embracing me...
After our lovemaking, I got up first, without putting on any clothes, lit a cigarette, and sat on the sofa to read the newspaper. At that moment, she also got up, naked as I was, walked over to me, sat astride my lap, wrapped her arms around my neck, took the cigarette from my hand, and said coquettishly, "Darling, I won't let you smoke, that stuff is bad for your health!"
I laughed and said, "Of course! My little darling!" Saying this, I wrapped my arms around her slender waist and began a passionate kiss with her.
As we kissed, she whispered mysteriously in my ear, "Hey! Your thing is so hard, it's hurting my stomach!" She then giggled.
My heart skipped a beat, and I said, "Really? Let me see." Saying this, I tightened my arms around her slender waist and lifted her body upwards.
As I put her down, I heard her let out a soft cry: "Oh, you're so naughty!" Then, she tilted her head back, closing her eyes in ecstasy.
It turned out that when I lifted her, I had positioned my erect penis precisely at her tender opening, and when I lowered her, it had penetrated all the way in. So, I held her slender waist, and she held my shoulders, and we began to move up and down…
After a while, I stood up, holding her, our bodies joined. Her body was almost parallel to the ground, her two jade-like legs hooked around my waist. I thrust in and out, and she cried out repeatedly.
Her body went limp, her delicate frame drooping, her hair trailing on the ground, and slowly, she braced herself on the ground with her hands. Her jade-like body was like a small boat in a stormy sea, rocking back and forth with my movements, her two firm breasts rising high, budding like nipples, peaks high and beautiful…
Suddenly, an idea struck me. I picked her up and said, "Mommy, please lean on the armrest of the sofa."
She asked, puzzled, "What for?"
I said, "I want to make love standing up, and enter you from behind."
Her face flushed red, and she said shyly, "No, how can I do that!"
I stroked her pretty face and said softly, "It's mentioned in a book, why don't you try it?"
She lightly punched my chest with her little fist and said coquettishly, "You're so naughty! You're not even married yet, and you're already reading these rubbish books!"
"Who said I'm not married? I already have a beautiful and charming wife!" I said.
She was stunned for a moment and hurriedly asked, "Where?"
I said, "Far away, yet right in front of you!"
She let out a soft moan and buried her face in my chest, hugging my waist and pounding my back with her little fists. I held her tightly, arched my back, and lifted her feet off the ground, placing them on my feet. I led her to the side of the sofa, helped her stand, and had her lean on the armrest. Her snow-white, rounded buttocks rose high, beautiful indeed!
I caressed them for a while, then slightly parted her legs, revealing that alluring pink patch of land. I stroked that area with my fingers, and her body trembled slightly.
I noticed it was already gushing, so without thinking, I thrust straight in. She cried out, "Oh!" I started slowly, then increased the speed, nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, pumping frequently. This position, with its greater force, new angle, and deep penetration, felt completely different from making love in bed!
She gasped, moaned, trembled, and writhed… wave after wave of climax, her breaths, moans, murmurs, and cries rising and falling…
Finally, with her scream, "I'm dying!", we both reached the peak of climax simultaneously. She collapsed onto the armrest of the sofa, while I lay limp on top of her. I embraced her delicate body, my hands caressing her firm breasts, my lips kissing her full back and pink buttocks.
After a long while, I turned her over and lifted her into my arms. Her beautiful eyes were closed, her body limp as a puddle of mud, her head tilted back, her hair hanging to the ground. I sat on the sofa, letting her sit on my lap, her body nestled in my arms.
The vigorous movement had exhausted her so much that she fell into a deep sleep, emitting soft, even breathing, her breath sweet as orchids. I excitedly stroked her soft skin, kissing her rosy lips and her fair, delicate face…
Sweat beaded on her forehead, and she called my name like a nightingale's song: “Kun’er… Kun’er… where are you? I miss you so much! Kun’er!” A few tears rolled down her cheeks.
I gently kissed her pretty face and whispered, "Mommy, I'm here!"
She opened her dazed, drunken eyes and said, "Kun'er, I've finally found you! Where are we?"
I said, "Mommy, we're at home, in the living room!"
She whispered, "Am I still alive? Just now, I died! Kun'er, it's true, I really died! I remember my soul soaring through the clouds to the heavens, flying among colorful clouds. I even saw a palace, and many fairies dancing, the music was incredibly beautiful. I excitedly joined them, dancing with them, and I was also wearing..." Wearing the same colorful dress as them, I felt incredibly relaxed and happy. Ah! How wonderful! Later, I suddenly thought of you and wanted to dance with you, but I couldn't find you anywhere. I called your name loudly, but no one answered. I was so anxious that I broke out in a cold sweat and started crying, not knowing what to do. Then I heard you calling me, and when I opened my eyes, I was lying in your arms! It was all a dream! Kun'er, what a wonderful dream!
She laughed, her laughter so sweet, so charming, so innocent, with tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes, like a carefree little girl. Suddenly, I felt she was my little sister, and a feeling of tenderness welled up inside me. Without thinking, I reached out and picked her up, letting her sit on my lap. She nestled against me like a little bird, her arms wrapped around my waist, as if afraid of losing me again.
I stroked her rosy cheeks and whispered, "Mommy, next time you go to heaven, you have to call me first!"
"Okay! I'll definitely call you!" Her beautiful eyes gazed at me playfully, and she nodded earnestly.
"It's a promise!" I said.
"It's a promise!" she said loudly. After saying that, we hugged each other and laughed heartily!
When the laughter stopped, she wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered, "Kun'er, I feel hungry, so hungry!"
I looked up at the clock; it was already 5:30 PM. I laughed and said, "Mommy, we haven't eaten for almost 24 hours since last night!"
She thought for a moment and said, "That's right, we didn't eat breakfast or lunch today. We've been in bed the whole time, making love non-stop! Oh dear, I'm afraid I've had over twenty orgasms!" After saying that, we hugged and laughed again.
"Kun'er, you're tired too. Rest for a while, I'll go make you breakfast!" she said with a smile, struggling to get off me.
I held her tightly, saying, "Mommy's tired, let me do it!"
She playfully scolded me, "Then let's go together! I searched for you so hard in my dream, I'll never let you leave me again!"
I picked her up and carried her to the kitchen. She said, "How can I cook naked! I have to put on some clothes first!"
I said, "Isn't this great? We can make love while we cook!"
She chuckled, her face flushing red, and said softly, "No! Kun'er, the children will be back in half an hour."
I had no choice but to obey. She wrapped her arms around my neck, gave me a light kiss on the lips, and comforted me, saying, "Darling, we're too rushed today. We can cook earlier next time, and then we can do your plan, okay? Actually, hearing you say that makes me feel excited too. You can feel it, I'm already leaking!"
At dinner, the four of us sat together, chatting and laughing.
I felt a foot hook around my leg. I knew who it was, so I sandwiched it between my legs. I glanced at her; she just kept her head down eating, deliberately ignoring me, but her flushed face couldn't be hidden.
After my younger siblings finished their homework and went to bed, I took my mother's hand and led her into her bedroom. As soon as we entered, I picked up her delicate body and threw her far away on the spring mattress.
She cried out in surprise, not yet fully conscious, before I stripped her of her outer clothes, underwear, and her most intimate vest and panties, caressing every part of her body.
She was dazed, her whole body limp, her legs trembling, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders and onto the pillow. She was intoxicated by desire, her shyness turning to ashes in the raging flames.
Our naked bodies pressed tightly together, she closed her eyes, and let out rapid, panting breaths.
After that day, my relationship with my stepmother changed immediately. Our feelings for each other deepened, and we became like a newlywed couple, tender and affectionate, inseparable. We made love almost every night, then fell asleep in each other's arms, and made love again in the morning. Afterward, I would leave her bedroom, afraid that my younger siblings would find out.
Sometimes, when we were both home during the day, we would be naked, cuddling together, making love at any time. Sometimes she initiated, sometimes I did. Whenever we were in the mood, we would have sex immediately. So, every place in the house—the bedroom, the living room, the bathroom, the kitchen, even the small storage room—had become our lovemaking haven.

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