Celebrating my mother-in-law's birthday

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 phone 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 still have gone to my mother-in-law's house to see her, because for a long time, her image had been lingering in my mind, and lately it had been making me increasingly restless…

"Xiaogang'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 now, why celebrate a 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 originally a professional dancer, neither her figure nor her appearance matched her age. Her long, wavy, silky black hair cascaded loosely over her shoulders. Her fair, full skin, her rosy face, her large, alluring eyes, and her full, sensual lips all screamed the image 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 slight fuller figure, the jacket clung tightly to 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 constrict her waistline. 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… “Here, have some tea,” I said,

taking the teacup from her. Suddenly, I noticed her head was tilted to one side.

"Mom, what's wrong with your neck?" "

I slept wrong last night."

"Oh, shall I give you a massage?" I thought to myself, "Thank God!"

"Sure!"

So, I had my mother-in-law sit on a stool, and I stood behind her to begin the first activity of my mother-in-law's birthday celebration—a massage! What kind of massage do I know? I just wanted to have a passionate encounter with my mother-in-law! As I stood behind her, the intoxicating fragrance emanating from her thick black hair wafted over, and my heart trembled at the scent. I lifted her hair, placed my hands on either side of her neck, and began to "massage" her smooth skin with my fingers moving freely… "Mmm, so comfortable," my mother-in-law moaned after a while.

"To cure a stiff neck, you need to straighten all the connected meridians; some people even need to straighten all the meridians in their entire body,"

I made up.

"Really? Then I'll enjoy it today," my mother-in-law replied happily.

My hands began to knead her shoulders through her satin jacket. As my hands gripped her jacket tightly, a soft, smooth sensation rushed through my fingers and palms to my brain, and my lower body immediately protested and became erect. My hands involuntarily increased their pressure, and the area of kneading against the jacket continued to expand... 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 satin jacket by the shoulders and pulled it towards her back. She fell backward into my arms, and my brother, unable to wait any longer, fiercely attacked her back, kissing and caressing her smooth fabric. Watching her breasts, thrust high and firm from the back of her jacket, her ample bosom taut against the fabric, I passionately kneaded, pinched, and squeezed her shoulders, arms, back, and waist.

"Mmm, mmm, so good..." my mother-in-law moaned, her eyes closed.

Some might ask: Didn't my mother-in-law know I was being so brazen? Perhaps

you don't believe me, but my mother-in-law not only knew, but I dare say she didn't have a "stiff neck" at all; she was simply 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 (it's perfectly normal to have a key to your mother-in-law's house).

Although I often visit her, this was the first time I'd been alone there. Suddenly, 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 overcome with passion. I don't know where the courage came from, but I suddenly stripped off all my clothes and pounced on her 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 pounding into it. 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 down hard on the quilt, 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'll fuck your fat flesh until it bursts! Fuck!... Knead, knead hard, I'll knead your fat breasts until they swell and rot! Ah, my fleshy mother-in-law!"

Just as I was frantically thrusting into my mother-in-law's body as if the quilt were her flesh, 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 can I face her? How can I 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 say a word of reproach.

"You're here?" she asked, her face clearly flushed.

"Mom, I..." I stammered, 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 intimate, she gave me 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, Xiaogang..." my mother-in-law groaned.

"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 jacket, my penis thrusting against her back:

"Mom, you didn't 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 groaned again.

"Mom, come on, let's go to your bedroom, I'll make you even more comfortable!" I scooped my mother-in-law up from behind and carried her to her bedroom.

...

Into 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 red satin side up. I turned on the air conditioner, took off my own clothes first, then removed my mother-in-law's underwear, leaving her in her purplish-red, tight-fitting satin jacket. Climbing onto the bed, I nakedly embraced my mother-in-law 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 pleaded with me, her eyes half-closed.

I braced myself on the satin quilt, straightened my upper body, and looked at my mother-in-law's alluring figure in her purplish-red satin jacket on the red satin quilt, and my erection surged again. When my eyes fell upon my mother-in-law's breasts, rising and falling with her breath in her satin jacket, I grabbed her plump breasts again with both hands, then sat on her chest, creating a cleavage between them before inserting my hard penis. Her large breasts, pressed against the smooth satin jacket, tightly enveloped my erect penis; the feeling was fucking amazing. I couldn't help but grip the jacket tightly against her breasts, 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 satin jacket and breast cleavage, occasionally brushing against her sexy cherry 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 my mother-in-law's sense of shame before I could enjoy the ultimate 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, gently, Xiao Gang..." She slightly opened her alluring eyes.

"Damn, you big tits that deserve to be fucked! I'll fuck you to death! Ah, so fucking soft! Open your mouth, I want to fuck your sexy cherry lips."

"Mmm, mmm..."

When my penis entered her fleshy, wet little mouth, she immediately held it tightly in her mouth.

"Ah, so comfortable, Mom, how come your sucking technique is so good? So exciting! Fuck, I'll fuck your seductive fleshy mouth, fuck ah!" Kneading the satin jacket that was pressed against my fat breasts, fucking the cleavage of the satin jacket, going in and out of the soft, wet little mouth, I gradually increased the speed of my thrusting, and suddenly felt a rapid wave of pleasure surge into my heart, oh no, I'm going to cum! I quickly pulled my penis out of my mother-in-law's mouth, got up and spread her plump legs apart, grabbed my hard penis and aimed it at her plump, fat cunt, and forcefully thrust it in!

"Ah!" We both shouted excitedly at almost the same time. My mother-in-law's long-untouched cunt was still so tight, gripping my thick, hard cock, making me extremely excited and ecstatic. I held her full body in her satin jacket tightly, pressing my chest against her plump breasts, my cock thrusting in and out rapidly in her tightening cunt, pounding wildly up and down and left and right.

"Fuck, fuck you to death! Oh...so good! Fuck...! Are you enjoying it, my fleshy mother-in-law?" I panted as I asked my mother-in-law.

"Ah, so...so good!...So good!...Yes, that's it, faster...oh...fuck...harder, harder...ah...I've fucked you through now, yes, yes...fuck harder...my good son-in-law, I'll fuck you, faster...ah...fuck your mother-in-law to death! Ah..." My mother-in-law kept moving her plump buttocks up and down rapidly to meet my frenzied thrusting, as if she wanted to have a fucking showdown with me, and she kept uttering lewd words, her wanton passion constantly enticing me to fuck her faster and harder.

"Oh, you slutty mother-in-law, I fuck...you wanton mother-in-law, ah...fuck, fuck, I'm going to fuck you through! Fuck, fuck, I'm going to fuck your deadly fat cunt raw! Fuck, fuck...!" My thrusting speed increased, the force of the impact intensified, as if I really wanted to fuck my wanton and beautiful mother-in-law through and through!

Amidst my mother-in-law's unrestrained cries, I finally succumbed, ejaculating swiftly!

The first time I went to her house, it took me a long time 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. At that time, she was half-lying on a large, thick Simmons double bed, wearing a bright red Chinese-style satin jacket and covered with a soft green satin quilt. As soon as I entered the room, I was infected by the atmosphere of her bedroom, and a passion began to surge in my chest.

Seeing me enter, she hurriedly tried to get up to greet me. I quickly grabbed her shoulders, which were clad in a satin jacket, and helped her lie down on the bed. The moment my hands touched her satin jacket, I felt how soft and smooth it was. After helping her onto the bed, I quickly grabbed her green satin quilt and helped her cover her lower body. Oh, this quilt was so smooth and soft! Taking the opportunity, I forcefully 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 and 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!

During our conversation, she would occasionally fidget with her hair, sometimes pull the satin quilt towards her lower body, and occasionally stretch her chest and 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 this alluring middle-aged beauty… It was like being in a daze, and in the end, I can't even remember how I left her house. However, it was during this visit that we became 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, and I often thought of various ways to play with her. We grew increasingly close, and our interactions became 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. (During this time, I had developed a very good relationship with her son; being around the same age, we had a lot in common. Crucially, her son had a strange admiration for me.) After work, Sister Bi and I went to the market, bought some groceries, and went to her house. We chatted and cooked dinner together, just like a family. The weather was still quite cold that day, and Sister Bi was still wearing her red satin padded jacket (she always wore this red satin jacket at home).

She was washing fish by the pool, while I sat on a small stool behind her, cleaning vegetables. I chatted with her casually, admiring her beautiful silhouette: grey serge trousers accentuated her long, straight legs, especially her taut buttocks, which were beautifully highlighted by their round, full shape; above that, her tight red satin jacket clung to her waist, which appeared exceptionally smooth as she bent over.

With each movement of her washing vegetables, her full buttocks swayed, seemingly beckoning me, "Come and rub me, it's so soft!"; her waist, clad in the satin jacket, swayed as if saying, "Come and pinch me, it's so smooth!"... 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; he'd come home after the event. Sister Bi was a little disappointed, so the two of us ate.

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 place and sleep with XX tonight?"

Without a doubt, I agreed.

After she left, I stayed in her living room alone, watching TV and waiting for her son to return. Around 10 pm, her son called again, saying he wouldn't be coming that night either. I quickly told Sister Bi this. Sister Bi simply said, "Then you can sleep alone," and hung up. My goodness, this was like a golden opportunity falling from the sky! If the desire I felt while cooking with Sister Bi had been suppressed by those phone calls, and my worry while waiting for her son outweighed my desire, now being alone at her house completely reignited my passion!

So I locked all the doors and rushed to Sister Bi's bedroom. I was going to spend the whole night venting on her bed!

Her bedroom was just as it always had: the red bedside lamp illuminated the pink sheets, and two pink satin pillows sat on a neatly folded green satin quilt. This was the fragrant bed where Sister Bi slept! This was the satin quilt Sister Bi used! These were the soft pillows Sister Bi used! Standing in Sister Bi's bedroom, my hands caressing these soft things I had longed for, my heart burned with desire! 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, my mind filled with only one thought: I need to release, release! After a while, I suddenly thought, I have the whole night to myself, why not try something more?

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 of course, what interested me most were Sister Bi's satin jackets and quilts. So I took out a blue silk cotton-padded jacket, squeezed it with my hands, and a soft feeling went straight to my heart. I took it out and placed it on the bed. Then I saw three neatly folded satin quilts under the wardrobe—one red, one yellow, and one pink. I took them all out and put them on the bed.

Now, Sister Bi's bed was practically a sea of satin quilts and satin jackets. The various colored quilts and the satin jacket seemed to be casting alluring glances at me, as if they were moaning, "Come on, pounce on us, we'll give you pleasure!"

What were I waiting for? I excitedly took off all my clothes and pounced on the bed full of quilts. Instantly, my whole body felt incredibly soft and smooth, and my penis felt like it had entered a smooth world. I spread my limbs and pressed myself tightly against the four quilts, wriggling my body vigorously, while burying my face deep in the quilts, inhaling their fragrance. The comfortable and stimulating feeling was indescribable. After playing like this for a while, I got up and folded the four quilts into a long stack, putting the red quilt on top, and then climbed on top of it. Because the four satin quilts were quite high, I was actually straddling them, with every part of the inside of my legs in close contact with the quilts, and the smoothness felt by my penis was even more comfortable.

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. It was as if I was fucking Sister Bi in the satin jacket, not the quilt. So I grabbed Sister Bi’s blue satin jacket and placed it on the quilt. I grabbed the front of the jacket with both hands and began to squeeze and knead it hard. At the same time, my penis was thrusting hard into the quilt again. I kept shouting, “Slutty Sister Bi, I’ll squeeze your fat breasts until they burst, 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 couldn'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.

Part 1 of "Celebrating My Mother-in-Law's Birthday"

The rapid pace of societal development these days seems to make even time 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 to avoid mentioning my mother-in-law in front of my wife and have hardly visited her house.

Then came New Year's Day. I was assigned to work the first shift of the three-day holiday. After arriving at the office at eight in the morning and making my rounds on each floor, I returned to my office. Bored, I turned on my computer, opened QQ, and started browsing the internet aimlessly. A while later, "beep, beep, beep," 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, so I went to my study to "hunt for novelties" online.

Suddenly, a friend request popped up on my QQ. I opened it and saw "I'm Mom" in the verification section!

Without hesitation, I added her. Through chatting, I learned it really was my mother-in-law. I knew she'd been using a computer for a long time, but I had no idea 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 frequently "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 you want to talk to me anymore?" "

What are you saying? 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!" My mother-in-law started sending ambiguous messages.

So I immediately countered.

"Mom, don't say that to your own son-in-law! What did I eat? My dearest mom!"

"You don't know what you ate?"

"Oh, I remember now, I ate the meat buns you made, Mom. Oh, your meat buns were so delicious, big and meaty! Just thinking about them makes me want some again! Hehe."

"Get lost! I'll never let you eat them again! Coward!"

"Then how about I give you some? My dearest mom, you know what? The way you eat is so charming! Haha!"

"What...what did I eat from you?" I could almost feel my mother-in-law's panting when she said that. So I started heating it up quickly.

"You ate my meat stick!" Let's see how she responds!

"You, you little rascal! What meat stick!" (My mother-in-law probably meant "What meat stick or not meat stick") "My hard, big cock, my dear mother!" Keep heating it up!

"Ah, you bad boy, you big bad boy! If you talk to me like that, I won't talk to you anymore!"

"My balls are really big, aren't they? My dear mother!"

"Careful, I'll crush your balls! Hmm, crush you..." My mother-in-law's breathing seemed to be getting faster and faster.

"Oh, I can feel my dear mother squeezing my balls, it feels so good! Use a little more force!..." Heat it up again.

"You bastard, you bastard, see how I deal with you when we meet!"

"You deal with me? Or should I deal with you? Meat Mom, 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..." The passion intensifies!

"Ah, ah... hurry up!" My mother-in-law also becomes passionate.

"Missed me? My dear mother, 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 fleshy mother-in-law!" I'm about to burst too!

"Ah, ah, Mom can feel it... fuck harder... fuck, I want you to fuck my cunt hard, my good son-in-law! Ah..." My mother-in-law reaches orgasm! "

Someone's coming." At this crucial moment, my mother-in-law suddenly left three words on her QQ and went offline. Damn it, what happened? I suddenly felt like I fell from the clouds to the ground. Helpless, I could only continue browsing the internet, still savoring the fleeting passion I'd shared with my mother-in-law on QQ.

She 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. I began to look forward to getting off work.

Later, I learned from my mother-in-law that she had gone offline at the crucial moment of our passionate encounter, and I learned about her situation that day: She was looking at the passionate messages I'd sent her on QQ, her heart fluttering, constantly rubbing her thick labia with one hand, vigorously kneading her clitoris with her thumb and forefinger. As the conversation continued, her breathing quickened, and just as she was about to climax, the gas station attendant knocked 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 had she, a noble and dignified wife and mother, suddenly transformed into a sexually charged harlot? How could a woman nearing 50 feel such girlish longing when interacting with her son-in-law?

Had her libido truly experienced a second spring?

"It's all this little rascal's fault!" When these words crossed her 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 liked this son-in-law very much; not only was he handsome, but he also had a very masculine physique—tall, strong, and exuding a strong masculine aura.

After calming herself down, she watched her son-in-law's strong arms tightly embracing the soft satin quilt, his hard penis pressing firmly against it, his thick back heaving against the smooth fabric. She felt as if she were the quilt itself, being relentlessly fucked by him on the bed, and her vulva rippled with desire. Instead of confronting or criticizing him, she began to become infatuated with him. Afterwards, this "harmful" son-in-law frequently appeared in her dreams, each time bringing her to multiple orgasms, leaving her lingering in the dream, reluctant to leave. After obtaining his QQ number, she began to intentionally seduce him. Finally, a month ago, the scene from her dream became reality. Ah, what a thrilling and wonderful passion it was! Her son-in-law's strong hands gripped and kneaded her breasts with such force and wildness that, although she felt no aversion and even a slight pain, she felt waves of sexual pleasure instead. When his thick penis penetrated her desolate vagina, thrusting violently and rapidly, her desire was completely unleashed. She cried out from the bottom of her heart: "I don't want to be a noblewoman in my own family! I want to be my son-in-law's wanton wife!" Thus, she went from liking to loving, and then from loving to lust, completely completing the transformation of her second spring.

Another particularly interesting point is that she has always had a unique fondness for traditional Chinese clothing. So, in summer, she often wears various silk cheongsams, while in winter, no matter how cold, she won't wear a modern overcoat, but rather various colored silk padded jackets or long-sleeved cotton-padded coats. This might be partly because she comes from the Jiangnan region, famous for its silk and brocade, and has this tradition.

More importantly, she felt that only silk cheongsams and silk cotton-padded jackets could truly showcase a woman's alluring figure and charm.

Unexpectedly, her son-in-law shared her sentiment, preferring her in silk cheongsams and satin jackets. In the summer, she often discovered him taking advantage of her body while she wore cheongsams, and this time, during their passionate encounter, he even insisted she wear a satin jacket.

Thinking of this, she moved a stool and retrieved 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, double-breasted soft satin cotton-padded jacket and a red silk skirt. This jacket and skirt were what she wore on her wedding day over 20 years ago. Especially the bright red double-breasted satin jacket, which she had personally ordered from an old clothing store. Besides the soft satin fabric, the lining was also made of green silk, and the inner lining was silk-cotton blend. The entire jacket looked luxurious and alluring, and felt incredibly smooth to the touch. I remember our wedding day was also New Year's Day. She wore this smooth, alluring red satin jacket, captivating a group of young men. That night, her husband must have made her wear it too, and he made love to her passionately all night long.

My mother-in-law picked up the red satin jacket and held it up against herself, then took off her current purple satin jacket and tried on the red satin jacket from her wedding, 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, it fit. She buttoned it up one by one, looked up at herself in the mirror, and blushed deeply.

The satin jacket from her wedding more than 20 years ago now fit the plump, mature woman tightly, especially her large breasts, which seemed unable to withstand the constriction of the narrow, soft fabric, causing the second button to rip open. The satin jacket cinched so tightly at the waist that it accentuated her figure, making her waist appear concave, while her plump buttocks bulged out prominently against it.

My mother-in-law turned in front of the mirror, seductively twisting her body in the taut jacket, and said to her reflection in the mirror with a wanton, lewd tone, "You wanton mother-in-law, you have to dress like this to seduce your son-in-law, so he'll go crazy for you and fuck you wildly!"

As if she saw me watching her in the mirror, she slowly reached out and placed her hands on her high breasts, gently but forcefully kneading the jacket. She licked her red, fleshy lips at the "me" in the mirror, and lewdly said, "I know you little rascal like it when I dress 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 on the purple satin jacket again. Seeing that it was already noon, she called her daughter and asked her to come over for dinner that evening. Thinking to myself, "Maybe today I'll have another chance for a passionate showdown 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 a drink."

"Okay, Mom, you're so thoughtful, thank you!" I quickly agreed.

"You guys drink, I can't drink, 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 later?" I said to my wife.

"Don't go home tonight, stay here with Mom. We're going to play cards 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, she only relaxed on holidays, so we didn't say much.

Go ahead and play, thank you, my wife! I was extremely excited. Staying at my mother-in-law's house, 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 cheerful atmosphere; my wife tossed down her chopsticks and rushed out to another party. 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 ready to start before I could act.

Looking at the time, more than half an hour had passed, and my mother-in-law still hadn't come out. I wondered, "Did she drink 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 was 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, "bound" against

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 intense passion. 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 delicate, 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 swaying 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..." Hearing me call her "fleshy mother-in-law," her moans grew louder. Suddenly, she grabbed my hands and pressed them against her high, plump breasts, thrusting her chest upwards: "Quick, quick, rub your fleshy mother-in-law's breasts."

"Why rub my breasts?" I began to slowly entice her to say something stimulating.

"My breasts are so swollen, quick, 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, it's because my 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, raising her head and squinting her eyes, saying anxiously. Seeing my mother-in-law's lustful appearance, my passion also surged. Through her extremely smooth satin jacket, my ten fingers suddenly and forcefully squeezed her plump breasts hard. "Are they still swollen, ah!"

"Ah, it hurts... um... so comfortable, squeeze, rub, yes, just like that, rub your fleshy mother-in-law's lustful fat breasts until they burst open." My mother-in-law didn't seem to be dissatisfied with my rough grasping and squeezing, but instead, she kept thrusting her chest up as I kneaded harder. Through my mother-in-law's soft satin jacket, my thick ten fingers kept grabbing and squeezing her pair of fat breasts, twisting them hard, and soon large wrinkles appeared on the chest of her bright red satin jacket, while my hard penis was also rubbing against her plump buttocks.

"Ah, ah, ah, you're rubbing too hard, ouch... This time I'm going to rub it until it's swollen... Ah, ouch, ouch... My breasts are definitely going to be ruined by you! Ah..." My mother-in-law kept groaning loudly.

After giving my mother-in-law's plump breasts an extreme ravaging, my hands were extremely satisfied. So, I picked her up, turned around, and threw her onto the bed. I saw the green satin quilt bobbing under my mother-in-law on the thick, soft Simmons mattress. I quickly took off all my clothes, pounced on my mother-in-law's full body, and hugged her tightly. My naked chest pressed against her upper body, which was dressed in a smooth satin jacket, and my hard penis was poked at her vulva through her silk skirt. My body rubbed up and down, letting my whole body feel my mother-in-law's alluring silk clothes.

"Why didn't I see you wearing this satin jacket and silk skirt before? Why is the satin jacket so small?" I writhed on my mother-in-law.

"This is what I wore for my wedding over 20 years ago, and I haven't worn it since. This is the first time I've worn it in over 20 years, so of course it's too small." My mother-in-law said affectionately

, enduring the pressure and friction of my body against her. "I know you little rascal like it when I wear this satin jacket for you to play with, so I specially wore it for you today. You're so lucky!" Hearing my mother-in-law say 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, to be continued another day.

《Celebrating My Mother-in-Law's Birthday》 Continued Part Two

I breathed heavily, tightly embracing my mother-in-law's curvaceous and full body, wearing her tight red satin jacket, pressing her against the thick, soft green satin quilt, excitedly rubbing and kneading her body. Naked, I felt the smoothness of my mother-in-law's entire body, a comfortable and stimulating passion filling my entire body, bringing me unparalleled tender enjoyment.

Previously, I had clung naked to my mother-in-law's smooth satin quilt, fondling it and indulging in fantasies, imagining the softness of the quilt as the softness of her body, the smoothness of the quilt as the smoothness of her skin. Even then, I felt incredibly comfortable and stimulated. Now, I was not only physically embracing my mother-in-law's body, but also her full body clad in a tight 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 clad in a satin jacket and silk skirt, her calves and feet also 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 mind.

My mother-in-law, lying beneath me, had a head of long, black, wavy hair spread out on the green satin quilt, swaying up and down with my movements. The quilt beneath her would sometimes sink in and sometimes bounce back, rising and falling with each stroke. My mother-in-law's charming, voluptuous face glowed red, her alluring eyes fixed on me, her breathing quickening, her fleshy, scarlet lips moving as she emitted wanton moans:

"Quick, kiss me! My dear son-in-law!"

My blood surged, and I lowered my head, lunging at my mother-in-law's fleshy lips. Immediately, her tongue entered my mouth, swirling rapidly.

My tongue met my mother-in-law's fragrant tongue in her mouth, intertwining, sucking, and pressing against each other. After a while, I suddenly pulled her tongue out of her plump mouth with force, my lips sucking hard on her little tongue. Her head gradually lifted to adjust to my strength... With a "bang," our lips broke apart, and my mother-in-law cried out "Ah!" before her head fell back onto the satin quilt.

"So hard, you sucked my tongue all over. You little rascal!" My mother-in-law winked seductively.

"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 tonight!"

"Who seduced you? It's all because of you, you little pervert, that I've become like a slut!" My mother-in-law continued in a seductive voice.

"You are a slut! I love you, you slut who seduce your son-in-law! My fleshy mother-in-law, you must be wanton to me tonight, okay?" As I rubbed her, I thrust my hard penis, which was pressed against her silk skirt, between her legs.

"Ah, I'm not a slut, I'm your mother-in-law, a virtuous wife and mother."

"Alright, then let me see what kind of virtuous wife and mother you are." I slid down my mother-in-law's soft body, all the way down to her legs.

I lifted her red silk skirt, and ah, she was completely naked underneath. Her fair and plump legs were slightly parted, and between her full, fleshy thighs was a round little mound of flesh, topped with an inverted triangle of black pubic hair, and below that thick pubic hair was a charming crevice. I slowly stroked and kneaded my mother-in-law's legs from her calves up to her thighs. I spread her thighs apart, and a ripe, plump vulva was presented before my eyes. The two slightly brownish, thick labia majora were slightly parted, and the bright red flesh inside trembled and writhed, with a bright red clitoris constantly shaking at the tip. I first covered the mound of flesh with one hand, and then suddenly grabbed the entire vulva and kneaded it passionately.

"Mmm, ah, good!" My mother-in-law began to moan.

I parted her labia majora again, pressed my thumb firmly against her trembling clitoris, and then quickly kneaded it with my index and other fingers.

"Ah, ouch... not there... ah, it's too stimulating! Faster, faster, ah..." my mother-in-law groaned loudly.

I quickly used the ten and middle fingers of my other hand to insert into her trembling, tender opening, rapidly probing and stirring inside, while continuing to knead her clitoris with the hand that was pinching it. My hands moved in unison, gradually increasing speed and force. 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 deserves to be fucked! Tell me, aren't you a slut who deserves to be fucked? Tell me!"

"Ah, ah, I'm not a virtuous wife and mother, no! Oh, it feels so good, yes, use your hands to fuck my cunt hard, fuck my fat cunt raw! Ah, ah, I am a slut who deserves to be fucked, I am a slut mother-in-law who deserves to be fucked hard by her son-in-law! Ah..." My mother-in-law kept raising her fat buttocks, her whole body trembling as she moved rapidly with the speed of my hands, moaning loudly.

"Ah, ah, I'm dying, it feels 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, and saw her still panting heavily on the satin quilt, with a large wet stain on the quilt beneath her plump buttocks. I got out of bed, went to the bathroom, and took a towel to wipe the filth from her legs and between them. I pulled her up and held her in my arms, kissing her still flushed face and her red, fleshy lips, while one hand grasped and kneaded her plump breasts through her satin quilt.

"Does it feel good, Mom?"

"Mmm, it feels good! You little rascal!" my mother-in-law whispered, nestled tightly in my arms.

"Did you climax?"

"Yeah."

"Mom, why are you so useless?"

"What?"

"You're too weak!"

"Go away, you little pervert, taking advantage of me and still 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 can I stand it?"

"You're enjoying yourself, but I'm really pent up!" I grabbed her big breasts and squeezed them 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 breasts. Her masochistic desires began to kick in. She also looked up and stared seductively into my eyes: "I'll make you suffocate, I'll teach you to be bad!"

"You really want me to suffocate? 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 your real gun."

"How do you mean real gun?" We started playing word games again. I like getting passionate like this.

"What do you think?" Actually, my mother-in-law also likes this kind of teasing.

"Oh, you slut, you're playing with me!" I pressed my mother-in-law down on 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. Let me first crush and rub your big, fat breasts, 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 endured my ravaging without discomfort, her seductive eyes constantly darting towards me:

"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 wanton appearance lying on the green satin quilt, I was filled with lust. I picked her up and pulled the thick, soft, red satin quilt, which was still folded into a long shape, to the center of the bed. Then I placed my mother-in-law on it, straddled her high on the satin quilt, and she and the red satin quilt sank down into a boat shape. I held my mother-in-law tightly, pressing her against the soft, thick red satin quilt and kneading her roughly for a while. After enjoying the smoothness of the quilt and my mother-in-law, I leaned down again and slid between her legs.

My hard penis pressed firmly against the smooth red satin quilt. I parted my mother-in-law's labia again, found her swollen clitoris, and pressed my head against it. I opened my lips and took her swollen clitoris into my mouth, then sucked hard, gently biting it, my tongue occasionally plunging into her vagina and stirring it fiercely.

"Ah, ah...it's killing me, oh, it's so exciting! Good son-in-law, my dear son-in-law, yes, yes, lick like that, lick...oh, yes, lick my cunt hard, ah, oh...bite gently, ah, ah...suck my clit hard, oh, it's so itchy...ah, it feels so good!"

My mother-in-law lay on the satin quilt, her plump, beautiful legs dangling on either side of the long red satin quilt. Her fleshy vulva rose and fell with my licking and biting.

"Ah, it's coming, it's coming!" My mother-in-law seemed to be about to climax again.

My penis, pressed against the satin quilt, rubbed against her incredibly soft and smooth flesh, growing harder and harder. So, I quickly lifted my head away from my mother-in-law's vulva, stopping her from climaxing too soon. I got up, straddled the satin quilt, grasped my hard penis, and aimed it at my mother-in-law's plump, pink vulva, which was already glistening with lustful fluid. I lowered my waist and thrust my hips forward, plunging in hard: "Fuck! I'll fuck you to death, you fat, slutty mother-in-law!"

My mother-in-law also groaned loudly at the same time: "Oh, finally it's in, so thick, ah... so hard and big!

... Fuck, fuck, fuck me hard! ... Ah, harder, oh, ouch..." "Fuck, fuck! Is it satisfying? Hmm!" I fucked my fleshy mother-in-law hard.

"Ah, so good, you're fucking me so good! Harder!...Mmm...fuck me harder!"

"Fuck! My fleshy mother-in-law, tell me, aren't you slutty? Fuck!"

"Ah, slutty, my dear little son-in-law, I'm slutty, I'm so slutty!"

"Fuck! 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, I'll fuck you to death, you're so fucking slutty, so fucking lewd! Fuck, 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, fuck! My fleshy mother-in-law, aren't you a slutty bitch who needs to be fucked? Ah!"

"Oh, yes, yes, I'm just my dear son-in-law's one and only horny slut! Fuck me harder, fuck your horny mother-in-law hard! Ah..."

My mother-in-law's moans grew louder and louder, and as I charged down on her body, my thrusts became increasingly forceful. The tender flesh inside my mother-in-law's thick vagina contracted and squeezed my hard penis, bringing wave after wave of intense stimulation. My cock moved in and out of my mother-in-law's fat, horny cunt rapidly. As the stimulation intensified, when I pulled out, my cock would reach the entrance of her vagina, and when I thrust in, I would thrust in hard all the way in. My mother-in-law's two thick labia flipped in and out with the thrusting of my cock, occasionally glistening with vaginal fluid. My mother-in-law's cunt was more and more addictive and stimulating the more I fucked it. 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, suddenly tightened around my heaving waist. Her lower body thrust upwards rapidly, and her alluring eyes stared at me with an extremely seductive gaze. Her scarlet lips parted as she cried out to me,

"Faster, faster, my dear son-in-law, faster, harder! Yes, yes, harder, harder!

Fuck harder, harder, ah... I'm almost there, fuck me hard... faster!"

I felt a chill run down my spine. Oh no, I was about to come! Immediately, I straightened up and looked up at my mother-in-law, who was still wearing a bright red satin jacket. The two buttons on the front of the jacket had broken from the long period of pressure and rubbing, and her large, swollen breasts swayed up and down with the movement of her body. I grabbed her large breasts with both hands through her satin jacket, squeezing and kneading them roughly. Then, I suddenly pulled the jacket open, revealing my mother-in-law's plump, white breasts. My penis, inserted into her vagina, suddenly swelled, and the rhythm of my thrusts involuntarily quickened. I reached my strong hands towards her breasts, my fingers pressing against the full, smooth, and swollen flesh, and with all my might, I grabbed, squeezed, and pinched them. My mother-in-law's large breasts were brutally ravaged, and the tender flesh overflowed from between my fingers. The chill down his spine grew heavier, the pleasure in his penis intensified, and his fingers gripping her large breasts suddenly tightened, his penis, inserted into his mother-in-law's fleshy cunt, suddenly accelerated rapidly:

"I'm coming too, my fleshy mother-in-law! Fuck, fuck, fuck you to death! Fuck you to pieces! Fuck you through! Ah, your slutty breasts, I'm going to knead them, crush your harmful fat breasts! Ah... fuck... fuck... fuck...! Ah, I'm going to cum! Cum! Cum... I'm going to fill your fat cunt with my cum! Cum to death!..."

"Ah, my little darling, my fleshy darling son-in-law, your slutty cunt mother-in-law has truly been fucked to heaven by you today... Ah, it's so satisfying!... Ah, my slutty fat cunt, you've fucked it through, fucked it to pieces!"

...Ah, my wanton breasts, you've kneaded them, kneaded them raw! You've pinched them, pinched them raw! ...Ah, I'm coming, I'm coming! I can feel your hot semen, so much of it! ..." The

nearly two-hour passionate battle finally subsided.

This battle was much more intense than the one a month ago when I celebrated my mother-in-law's birthday, because this time my mother-in-law's efforts were no less than mine!

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