Mother-in-law, happy

Mother-in-law, I'm a middle-aged man now. I got married in 1989. My father-in-law passed away in 1991, but I couldn't go back to handle the funeral arrangements due to work. In 1996, I went on a business trip to the south and visited my mother-in-law (whom I usually call Mom). The moment she saw me, tears streamed down her face, and she held my hand, pouring out her heart. Although she has a son by her side, I really wanted to invite her to my home to show my respect. When I suggested she come with me, she was so happy, as joyful as a little girl. To be honest, while our relationship was good before, we weren't particularly close. That year, she was 55, and I was 27. When we arrived in Beijing, perhaps because she had never been to a big city before, she stayed close to me. The first time we crossed the street, we walked side by side, but she hesitated to move. I had to hold her hand. I had been away on a business trip for over a month and hadn't been near a woman. Although I knew she was my mother (even though she hadn't given birth to me), the feeling of holding her hand was still quite nice; I remember her hand was very soft and warm. The second time we crossed the street, I took her hand, and she naturally gave it to me. After we got to the hotel, settled in, and rested for a while, it was time for dinner. When we returned after dinner, the city lights were shining brightly, and the night was truly different from that of a small city. Seeing her excited eyes, I walked with her on the street... As we gazed at the Beijing night view and reminisced about the past, I felt incredibly relaxed. Before I knew it, I found myself with my arm around her waist. I turned to look at her, and she looked up at the same time. Our eyes met, and for a fleeting moment, she lowered her head, but I could still see the blush on her face. We were quiet for a while, then continued talking about the past and the night view. We didn't return to the hotel until after midnight. Beijing in late September is truly beautiful. Touching her soft waist through that thin veil, smelling her faint feminine scent, gave me a sense of satisfaction, at least psychologically. The next day, I suggested we go to Tiananmen Square and the zoo, and she readily agreed. At Tiananmen Square, when I reached for her waist, she softly said, "It's broad daylight, so many people are watching." I whispered in her ear, "These people don't know us. If I act like this, people will just say how filial the son is. Besides, you are my mother." She smiled, a happy smile tinged with the same shyness I'd seen her have the night before. I held her waist like that as we walked around the Memorial Hall, Tiananmen Square, the Forbidden City, and the zoo. We also bought her some clothes at a shopping mall near Qianmen, including two sets of underwear. On the way back, we had dinner near Xizhimen, which wasn't far from our hotel if we wanted to take a walk. After dinner, I held her waist as we slowly walked back to the hotel. As we approached, she told me she never imagined she'd have such a wonderful time in Beijing at her age. From her words and expression, I could feel her joy, even... It was happiness. On the morning of the third day, we boarded the train heading north, looking after each other along the way. Returning home was a joyous occasion for the whole family, especially my wife. We lived in a two-story house; my mother lived on the first floor, close to the living room, making it convenient for watching TV and using the bathroom. Considering she was new to the area and unfamiliar with everyone, and given my relatively easy job at the time, I spent a lot of time with her, mainly watching TV and talking. One day, I slept until after my wife left for work. After washing up, I went to my mother's room and found her awake but still leaning against the headboard. I turned on the TV, sat beside her, and talked to her. It was a chilly autumn morning in Northeast China, and I was shirtless. After chatting for a while, my mother asked, "Aren't you cold?" "Go put on some clothes." I said it was fine. After a while, she urged me again, but I still didn't go. She said, "Then come up here, don't catch a cold." To be honest, at first I really just forgot to put on clothes, but when she reminded me, I was thinking about whether I could get into her bed. Hearing her ask me to get in bed was exactly what I wanted. After getting in bed, we leaned against each other and watched TV. Later, I lay down, while she leaned against the headboard. After talking for a while, I turned to her and put my arm around her waist. She continued to talk about old friends and the past, and I just listened, but in my heart I was savoring her flesh and fragrance. Although I was indeed very excited at the time, I still just leaned against her. After a while, we talked about her health. She said that she sometimes had a little back pain, so I said I would massage it for her. I had her lie down, lifted the blanket, and saw that she was wearing thermal underwear. I knelt on both sides of her and massaged her waist from under her shoulders. After a while, the warm and soft flesh stimulated me, and I... I sat directly on her lap, extending the massage to her buttocks, sometimes my genitals pressing against her cleft. She just lay there quietly. After massaging for a while, she asked if I was tired. She said, "Don't massage me today, take a break before going to work." I got down, lay in her lap, and told her some things I should be careful about. She said, "Go to work." The next day, I waited until my wife went to work before going downstairs. This time, I turned on the TV and went straight to my mother's bed. She said she felt much better after the massage yesterday, so I said, "Let's continue today." After she got down, I massaged her as I had yesterday. The difference was that this time I sat directly on her lap, sometimes lifting her clothes to massage her flesh directly, and I also deliberately pressed my penis against her genitals. After a while, she said, "I don't need to massage you anymore today, let's rest for a bit." I got down, lay in her lap, and asked her how she got this back pain. She said it was from childbirth. Continuing on this topic, she lectured me on not overdoing it, especially not in the morning, as it could harm my health. After a while, she told me it was time to go to work. I obediently got out of bed. On the third day, I waited until my wife had left before going downstairs. Just as I was about to crawl into her bed, she said I should eat something in the morning, otherwise it wouldn't be good for my health. There were two eggs on the table, so I ate them. I asked, "Mom, have you eaten?" She replied, "I ate a while ago." After eating the eggs and rinsing my mouth, I crawled into her bed. I rested my head on her right arm, put my arm around her waist, and after saying a few meaningless words, I suggested a massage. She got down as usual, but unlike yesterday, she wasn't wearing thermal underwear; instead, she was wearing a tank top and briefs. Seeing this, I first took off my underwear and sat directly on her lap. To be honest, she... Today really excited me more than ever. Most of the time, I wasn't really massaging. The panties made it easy to see that area, greatly enhancing the accuracy of my thrusts. The hot, moist sensation intensely stimulated me. I rolled over, lying in her arms, moving my head to her chest, my mouth to her soft breasts. My left hand was under her, holding her waist, while my right hand moved over to her back. I said, "Mom, your skin is so smooth" (it really was), as my right hand moved across her back, gently stroking it. Her right hand also moved to my back, and her left hand was on me, saying, "It's been so many years since I've felt like I'm taking care of a child," but there was no obvious movement. Hearing her remark, and with my mouth pressed tightly against her breast through her panty, I used my mouth to pull open the panty and suckle her nipple. She said, "You think there's still milk?" "I continued suckling. Although there was no milk, and her breasts were soft and not full, her nipples were very fleshy. My right hand increased the range of its caresses, from her shoulder to her buttocks to her thighs... I felt her hand moving gently on my body as well. I slipped my right hand inside her panties, directly caressing her buttocks and cleft, gently stroking her pubic hair. I felt her body tighten, felt the heat and moisture emanating from her opening. My heart was beating faster and faster. With a quick movement of my left hand, I flipped her over and mounted her, pressing down on her. My right hand pulled her panties down. She seemed to know what I was about to do; her legs clamped tightly together, and her hands..." She gripped the hem of her pants tightly, saying, "I'm your mother-in-law." I said, "You're my mother, but can't a son-in-law sleep with his mother-in-law? Besides, I like you." She then said, "I'm 28 years older than you, don't you think I'm too old?" I said, "If I thought you were too old, I wouldn't like you like this. Besides, you have such a great figure and such smooth skin. So what if you're a few years older than me? I want you!" I don't know if she wanted to sleep with me too, but although her hand was still gripping the hem of her pants, I could feel that her underwear had loosened. I lifted the hem of her pants and slid my penis down her thigh and into her pants. The area around her opening was already wet and slippery. I thrust my hips down and easily inserted my penis into her anus.The hole of desire. (It's unbelievable how similar things can be. The first time I slept with her daughter was with my wife, and it was also through her pants. You can imagine, she wasn't a section chief anymore then.) As I thrust violently, she let out a pleasurable moan, her hands tightly gripping my waist, her hips moving rhythmically up and down. Even more amazingly, her vagina relaxed as my penis entered and tightened as I withdrew—a skill my wife didn't possess, and the only one I'd ever encountered so far. Perhaps it was the first time, or perhaps it was her gripping technique that made it difficult for me to control myself. It only took a few minutes for me to ejaculate. I lay on top of her for a while to rest, then pulled my penis out. She pulled up her pants and said the sheets were dirty. I said it was okay, got out of bed, brought a basin of water, and we washed the sheets together before lying back down. She said she'd only ever heard of mothers-in-law and sons-in-law relationships before, never expecting to actually experience it herself. I said, "Isn't it good?" She said, "Good what? I just haven't given birth to you!" I said, "Even if you had given birth to me, I would still have done it, because you're so cute." She said, "I'm 28 years older than you, after all." I said, "Is that a problem? Your grip is driving me crazy!"

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