Family scandals should not be publicized.

My name is Zhuang Yijing, 32 years old, an accountant at a bank. I've been married to my husband for less than a year. He's a lawyer at a law firm, and we met through a friend. My husband comes from a single-parent family; his mother, my mother-in-law, passed away when he was six, and he and his sister were raised by his father. My father-in-law is a retired civil servant, a generous and outgoing person with a wide circle of friends. Before our marriage, he always gave me a very good impression, until that incident happened. My husband and I work in the north, and my father-in-law came all the way up for our wedding, so naturally he lived in the apartment we bought. Our apartment has two bedrooms and two living rooms. Due to our city lifestyle, we only had one landline phone in the bedroom, and that's where the problem started. Everyone was exhausted on our wedding day, and my husband and I were too embarrassed to have sex because my father-in-law was staying in the guest room next door. The next day, my husband and I went to work, leaving my father-in-law alone at home. The incident happened after we returned. Because I'm used to locking the door when there's an "outsider" in the room, my father-in-law was very unhappy about this. When he came home that evening, he told me that it was his son's house, so why should it be locked, preventing him from entering our room to make phone calls? Although I didn't understand why he didn't use a cell phone, I still agreed at that moment and gave him a key. But what happened the very next day. Because I'm a financial advisor at a bank, I got off work earlier than my husband. When I got home, I saw my father-in-law come out of our room. Even if it was just for a moment, I could see that he looked flustered. He then acted like a very kind father-in-law, asking me warmly why I was home so early. That feeling made me very uneasy, but I told myself that my father-in-law was making a phone call in his room. Of course, the truth was not what I thought. I usually shower first when I get home. As usual, I took off my suit and threw it in the laundry basket along with my stockings. While throwing away my clothes, I noticed that yesterday's stockings and underwear had been turned upside down on top of the basket. This was different from my usual practice. I picked up the underwear and stockings from the basket and was shocked to find them sticky and gritty. I knew the fishy smell was from a man's semen. I was terrified because only my new father-in-law would do such a thing, and he was right outside the bedroom door. I frantically called my husband. He answered and told me he was in a meeting and would be working overtime that night to develop a case so that our honeymoon could start smoothly the day after tomorrow. I wanted him to come home quickly, but when my husband asked me why, I couldn't answer. Perhaps he thought I was just being coquettish because I didn't answer, and he comforted me by saying that his father was home and it was safe. But he didn't know that what I feared most right now was his father. I didn't even dare to take a shower. Just as I was panicking in my room, there was a knock on the door. My father-in-law was outside asking me what I wanted for dinner. I quickly put on my clothes and stood behind the door, but I didn't dare to open the doorknob. The fear and helplessness I felt facing the door made me almost cry. When the lock clicked open, I remembered that my father-in-law had the key. I tried to stop the door with my body, but it didn't work, because the door was still being opened inch by inch. I cried in fear, but my perverted father-in-law opened the door and pretended to be kind, asking what had happened. I tried to appear calm, but I knew my body was trembling, and even answering was difficult. He looked at the laundry basket outside our bathroom and knew he'd been exposed. He revealed the most lewd face I'd ever seen in my life. He grabbed me, and I struggled desperately, pushing him away with all my might. I felt myself being pushed back until finally my feet touched something, and I fell. The softness of my landing told me I'd been pushed onto the bed. My father-in-law kissed my face and lips; he smelled of old age and a strong scent of cologne. My father-in-law's actions were domineering and urgent. My mind went blank, and all I knew was to try to dodge and resist. I started to feel dizzy after moving my head from side to side. When my father-in-law couldn't kiss my lips no matter what he did, he held my chin with his hand to prevent me from escaping. He said he had been fantasizing about kissing me like this for a long time. The strong smell of saliva immediately filled my sense of smell. I refused to open my mouth, so my father-in-law bit my lips, making me feel itchy and slightly numb with pain. He told me that my mouth smelled good, was sexy, and was wet. I felt embarrassed to hear that. His hands pushed up my t-shirt and pulled down my bra, moving from my lips to my breasts, sucking on my nipples while saying, "Your breasts smell so good, so soft, so sweet." I didn't know if breasts that had been sweating were really sweet, but my father-in-law's actions made me feel itchy and painful. I didn't want to give in, but my father-in-law made me moan softly. My father-in-law pulled my hand inside his pants and made me hold his penis. His penis bounced a few times when it touched my hand, which made me somewhat sober. I don't know what the standard for a man is, but I know his penis is thicker than my husband's. After my father-in-law took off his pants, it was the largest penis I had ever touched in my sexual experience, even though the number of previous partners, including my husband, was only three. His glans was already glistening with pre-ejaculate. He wanted me to give him oral sex, but I said I couldn't. He told me that if I did, he wouldn't penetrate me that day. I begged him, saying it was incest, but he said we weren't related by blood. He held my hand and stroked his penis, the heat of his penis constantly radiating from my palm. I increased the speed of my stroking. I thought, if I could make my father-in-law ejaculate with my hand, perhaps I wouldn't suffer his bestiality today. My father-in-law seemed to sense my intention. He pulled my hands away and forced his penis into my mouth. My teeth were clenched tightly, but he didn't seem to care, thrusting his penis into my mouth like he was brushing his teeth, making me very uncomfortable. I really dislike giving oral sex to men. My husband had asked me to do it for him before, but the fishy smell of his glans was unbearable. Several times, I would only give him oral sex after I had thoroughly cleaned him in the bathroom and applied honey to enhance the experience. My father-in-law pinched my nose, making it impossible for me to breathe. I forced my teeth open, and he took the opportunity to shove his penis into my mouth and rummage around. The stench of his penis was even stronger than my husband's, making me feel nauseous. He desperately pushed my tongue against his head with the tip of his penis. I tried to dodge, but the narrow space in my mouth meant my tongue was constantly being invaded by him. After I gaggled a few times, my father-in-law finally withdrew his penis. Just as I was about to catch my breath, he opened his mouth and slipped his tongue into mine, teasing it. I have to admit, my father-in-law was very good at wet kissing; it felt wonderful, even a little mesmerizing, and I willingly extended my tongue for him to suck on. However, I snapped back to reality when his hand slipped inside my pants. I tried to stop my father-in-law's intrusion with my hands, but he was very strong. He quickly penetrated my pants and touched my genitals. When he touched my labia, I trembled several times. He kissed my earlobe and breathed on it, telling me, "Your genitals are already very wet." I felt ashamed and embarrassed about my body. He started to undress me. I tried to dodge and run away, but he would pull me back. I pulled my pants back with both hands, but he would move forward. I retreated to the edge of the bed, and he would chase me there. I only thought about not letting him penetrate me. I wanted to guard my last line of defense, but it was all in vain. In the end, he pulled me back to the center of the bed and threw my underwear on the floor. I told him it was incest and begged him not to continue. I offered to masturbate him, even give him oral sex, just to avoid penetration. But he ignored me; his eyes were fixed on my crotch. Even with my legs clenched, I felt his gaze burning my labia. In the end, he forced my legs apart. He pressed his penis against my labia, repeatedly asking, "Why are you so wet if you don't want to?" I didn't answer, even though I knew it was just a natural bodily reaction, not my true desire, but I still felt ashamed. I covered my face, not wanting to see this cruel moment. He thrust a few times, and I couldn't hold on any longer; his penis forced open my labia. "It's in already," my father-in-law deliberately humiliated me by whispering this in my ear. He thrust in forcefully, and I couldn't help but cry out. Every time I cried out, he would ask me if I was enjoying it. He kept saying in my ear, "So wet, so soft, so tight," sometimes calling me "daughter-in-law," sometimes my name. When I heard him call me "daughter-in-law," I felt guilty towards my husband. The guilt of incest made my whole body tense. I wanted him to finish and pull out quickly, but my body was experiencing pleasure from his thrusting. This pleasure hurt my heart, yet I didn't want him to stop. My father-in-law was biting my ear relentlessly. I don't know how he knew which erogenous zone was most sensitive. His actions made my moans more frequent. He continued to humiliate me, demanding I say shameful and vulgar things, telling me to describe our lovemaking in crude language. He wanted me to call his penis "lazy" and my vagina "wet hole." When I refused, he stopped thrusting, pressing my body heavily beneath him. He then began biting and nibbling at my earlobes, nipples, and neck, leaving me dazed and confused. Faced with his perverse demands, I didn't want to agree, but I still shamelessly complied. Having succeeded in his scheme, he thrust heavily, using the sounds of our bodies colliding to torment me, in addition to verbal humiliation.My body is very sensitive, and I produce a lot of vaginal fluid. As my father-in-law thrusts, I make sounds that make me feel ashamed and embarrassed. The "slap slap" sounds are used by my father-in-law to humiliate me: "So wet, are you enjoying being fucked?" I don't want to admit it, but the pleasure my father-in-law gives me is something I have never experienced before. Under his humiliation, I orgasm, my mind goes blank, and the intensity exceeds what my husband gives me. During intercourse, he kept mentioning his son, my husband. He kept saying he envied my husband for marrying me, that he was a father taking on his son's role, and that his son's things were his things. I thought of my beloved husband, so gentle and considerate. His love for me made me want to be his bride again in the next life. The newlyweds were enjoying sweet lovemaking, preparing to have their first child, but it turned into a perverted father-in-law committing incest with his daughter-in-law. I burst into tears. My father-in-law had great stamina; he only tried to ejaculate after my second orgasm. I begged him not to ejaculate inside me, but he ignored me. With his violent thrusting, he ejaculated inside me, his penis lingering there. He collapsed limply on top of me, and I was also weak from the two orgasms. Despite the physical pleasure, it was rape, and I refrained from embracing my father-in-law, resulting in the sheets being crumpled and torn. The wet stains on the sheets were evidence of my despicable incest. Afterwards, my father-in-law said he had a very satisfying dinner. Seeing his expression as he put on his pants, I cried again. When my father-in-law left the room, I rushed into the bathroom, frantically washing and scrubbing my body, trying to wash away the experience. I washed for a long time and cried for a long time. When I stepped out of the room, my father-in-law had already brought back dinner. He was sitting on the sofa, eating and watching a political talk show. When he saw me come out, he said, "I enjoyed making love with you today. I'll come often when I have time." Perhaps my tears had dried up, and I was too exhausted to be angry anymore. I could only manage a desolate smile. I didn't tell my husband about the incestuous relationship my father-in-law had committed, because I simply didn't know how to tell him, and of course...

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