[Raping Mother-in-Law]

[Full Text] A small light was on in the bedroom .

The door opened, I entered, gently closed it, locked it from the inside, and then
got up to go to my mother-in-law's bedside. I was shirtless, wearing only trousers, and barefoot. I leaned down.

"I can't sleep, Mother," I whispered, "now I know neither of us can sleep." My mother-in-law
held her breath and didn't say a word. She could smell the stench of cheap whiskey emanating from my mouth, a
nauseating smell.

"Well, Mother, have you changed your mind?"

"What...what mind?" My mother-in-law's lips trembled.

"Cooperation, cooperation in bed, pleasant cooperation." I chuckled softly, a hint of sexuality in my smile.
"No!"

"Not now, not tomorrow, never. Please leave me here alone." "

Hehe, I feel it's impolite to leave my son-in-law alone on the first night. I think someone
should ."

"I don't need anyone right now, thank you for your concern. Don't you really think it's a pity? Okay, Mom, I'm
not as patient as my friends. Now I'll give you another chance, think it over carefully, this is for your
own good."

My gaze quickly swept over my mother-in-law's face, chest, and skirt, then returned to my face, "You'll find that I'm a master
in bed ."

"You lecher, get out of here!"

"It seems no one has ever been so rude to me." I suddenly turned gloomy, "What do you
think ?" I reached into my pocket and quickly pulled out a strip of white cloth.

My mother-in-law couldn't scream because I covered her open mouth with a strip of white cloth; her
voice could only linger in her throat. My movements were swift; the cloth tightened in her mouth, making it
difficult for her to breathe. My thin fingers pulled the cloth taut behind her head, tying it into
knots—one, two. She struggled to turn her head, trying to speak in protest,
to plead , or to cry for help, but her mouth remained firmly sealed.

I straightened up, quite pleased with my work. "I think I should do things my way. Yes,
I think I should familiarize you with my methods. Because I'm friendly to you, Mother, very friendly. You had a chance
tonight , but you didn't want it, so let me teach you a lesson so you know I always
do what I say." I stopped talking and saw my mother-in-law struggling to remove the gag from her mouth. I quickly bent down and
fixed it back up, the gag sinking deeper and deeper between her jaws.

I stepped back. "Alright, alright, I don't want you to wake your daughter. That wasn't my idea."
Then I grinned at my mother-in-law, putting my hands behind my back. "Oh dear, you forced me to gag you like this
. I want to hear you begging me to do it again in half an hour. Listen to me, baby, you'll love it, you'll
love every minute of it. Look, Mom, don't be scared, don't pretend to be a virgin. Never done this before,
right? Maybe I should give you a second chance. Although I usually don't like to do this.

If you're willing to cooperate, I'll really be good to you. I can even take the
gag . After we're done, I promise I won't tell anyone. You cooperate with me tonight, then we
'll play for a few more days. I won't tell anyone, we won't let us know, we won't cause you any trouble, we'll pretend
nothing happened, how about it? We'll have some fun secretly, and then, I promise we'll let you go. What do you want
to say?"

My mother-in-law was both angry and scared, unable to say a word. She never dreamed such a thing would happen.
No, this isn't real. No, it's not true. This won't happen to my mother-in-law, it won't happen, it can't
happen , but I'll be there waiting.

My mother-in-law's heart was pounding in her throat, she was about to suffocate. She shook her head desperately, trying to let me know
she didn't want to do that, to tell me to leave, to get out, to get away from her. She felt her
hands were firmly tied to the bed, so she kicked hard, trying to kick me down with her left foot, to let me know she
was determined not to comply. She knew it was hopeless; I had gotten her answer, and she had gotten mine
.

I slowly unbuckled my wide belt. She closed her legs, one leg on top of the other.

"Alright, Mother," I grinned lewdly, "since you won't cooperate, I have no choice but to use this method. You asked
for trouble." She was so frightened her body went limp, watching helplessly as my pants fell onto the carpet.

I emerged from my trousers, wearing only white striped athletic shorts, the bulge at the top of my thighs resembling a
hard pebble. My mother-in-law tried to plead with me, begging for mercy, begging me not to do that kind of thing, begging me
not to do that kind of thing, begging me to be free, begging me to belong to her.

My mother-in-law had never been raped, never suffered this kind of humiliation before. Why did they have to
pick on her? What was I trying to prove? Was I an animal?

But her words were choked by the white gag in her mouth, stuck in her throat, only
angry sobs escaping from between her lips. Her breathing quickened, her terrified eyes fixed on me
as I pulled down her athletic shorts.

"God, please don't let me do that, save me, protect me!" she prayed, begging this wouldn't
happen . Did this beast not know who she was?

I moved closer, bending down towards my mother-in-law, my hands already unbuttoning her blouse.
The nauseating smell of my whiskey made her heart leap.

"Ah, let me touch your lovely little thing first," I said hoarsely, in a strange tone.

I unbuttoned her blouse one button at a time. She struggled, twisting her body to one side. The last button popped
open, her blouse slightly ajar. I used my strong hands to forcefully pull her upper body towards me, simultaneously
tearing open her blouse. She saw her two bare breasts, two small brown nipples
like crowns set against her white, jade-like skin.

"Hey, look here," she heard me say.

"Hmm, no bra? You want the whole world to see, right? Hey, look at these two big
guys , I haven't seen anything this big and round in years."

I cupped my mother-in-law's breasts in my rough hands, rubbing and kneading them. Suddenly, I took my hands away:
"Alright, enough of this." I quickly knelt down beside my mother-in-law.

My smile turned lecherous: "Alright, you've seen it... hanging there like a rhinoceros,
right ? Okay, now it's my turn to show you. Ah, I also want to see your
world-famous 'little thing'."

My mother-in-law got angry and decided to resist to the end, so she raised her legs to kick me away. But I used my
iron- like hands to firmly grab my mother-in-law's legs, spread them apart, and then, naked, pressed down on my mother-in-law
, using the full weight of my buttocks to pin her left leg firmly to the mattress.

At the same time, with my other hand, I grabbed my mother-in-law's right leg, which was kicking wildly in the air, rendering her immobile
. With my free right hand, I unbuttoned her short leather skirt, finally unbuttoning the last one. I lifted
one side , then the other.

My mother-in-law, panting heavily, tried to recall what she had been wearing that morning. She remembered,
which only intensified her fear.

It was a pair of transparent black silk thongs, two inches wide, with two narrow straps tied at the
back . It was the thinnest pair of underwear she owned, barely covering her private parts; it was practically invisible.

Normally, this wouldn't have affected the smooth curves of her skirt and coat, but now she knew it
would easily tear. Her suspicions were immediately confirmed.

She saw me staring intently between her legs, my small eyes burning with greed. Then,
my mother-in-law felt my terrifying thing between her thighs.

"My God," I exclaimed, and began to tear at her slits.

First, I ripped off the left strap, then the right, and then the front,
revealing her private parts. I stared intently at the pubic hair and mysterious mound of her genitals,
my eyes burning with desire.

"My God!" I sighed again, "What a wonderful little thing, good, this is definitely exciting. You
can't hold back anymore, can you? I can't wait either." With that, I quickly lifted myself up, loosened my mother-in-law's body, and
tried to climb on top of her. In that instant, she raised her knees high, trying to throw me
off balance. But as soon as her legs were raised, I grabbed her ankles.

My muscles were incredibly elastic, and her struggle failed. I greedily stared at
the beautiful red flower at the base of my mother-in-law's snow-white legs—it was so tempting! I crawled my naked body between her legs, swaying
wildly.

My mother-in-law groaned, her hands struggling desperately in the ropes. I was like a wild beast, a jackal, utterly ferocious and ugly
! "God! Oh, God, let me die!" my mother-in-law prayed.

"Alright, Mother, alright, alright," I coaxed her, "Let's start having some fun." I
lowered her left leg, pressing it under my body, and twisted my entire body forcefully. My mother-in-law trembled with fear, like a rabbit caught
in a trap .

She tightly closed her eyes, silently begging for a miracle, for a savior,
just to stop this from happening. But no miracle occurred. No one answered her, no one
came to her rescue . She was left alone, crying out to heaven and earth in vain. My mother-in-law felt my penis
being roughly pulled, but despite my increasing strength, her vagina remained difficult to open.

I muttered, "You filthy bitch, so dry and tight, you little slut, let's see how I deal with you." I straightened
up and withdrew my penis.

My mother-in-law felt something else hard enter her vagina—my finger. "Oh my god, I'm
poking you with my finger."

Suddenly, my finger was removed, and my mother-in-law opened her eyes. In that instant,
she caught a glimpse of my terrifying image: in that instant, the monstrous penis slithered into her vagina,
deeper and deeper, burning inside her like a hungry wolf, like fire, harming her.

The rapid, torrential thrusts almost tore her to pieces. My mother-in-law felt my body
growing heavier and heavier. Her fear and anger transformed into an explosive force; she shook
and twisted desperately, trying to escape the penis that was trying to penetrate deep inside her. My mother-in-law screamed, her throat dry
, sobbing uncontrollably, trying to escape this ordeal. She struggled fiercely, her eyes blurred with tears,
unable to see anything.

I ignored her resistance completely, which only made her relax her exhausted,
numb legs.

I moved my lower body between hers, pressing my upper body against hers, my hands roaming over
her shoulders, my lower body shaking and thrusting violently. She lifted her legs and
pounded my ribs and back with her heels. In her dazed state, she realized this would only arouse me further, and she would be the one
suffering .

I pressed down on her, thrusting like a beast. She felt no pleasure, only
the sadistic rage of me destroying everything within her, pounding into her body like a fist.

My mother-in-law's resistance grew weaker and weaker. Her legs and feet couldn't make me lose my balance, nor
could they stop me. Instead, they only stimulated me, subjecting her to even more intense and brutal torture.

She felt me begin to lift up and heard me panting heavily. I ejaculated. The smell of alcohol I
brought with me still lingered on her, which could be washed away. However, the filth I ejaculated
would forever pollute her internal organs.

I finally finished, collapsing onto her, pressing my entire weight onto her, panting heavily,
drenched in sweat, greedily sucking on her reddened, erect nipples.

A minute passed, and I climbed off her. I thought I had succeeded, done a great job.

"Ah, I've done it with sexy Tomoko!" she heard me shout triumphantly. She lay
there , like a corpse, like an animal that had just been tortured, breathing with great difficulty.

As I got out of bed, my mother-in-law's body swayed up and down on the spring mattress.
She heard me walk towards the bathroom, sensed the light through her eyelids, and heard the gurgling
sound of urination in the toilet. When she opened her eyes, I was standing by the dressing table fastening my pants.

After I finished belting, I walked to the bedside. "You did a great job, mother-in-law, but you'll feel even better next time
if you cooperate properly. You gave me a little trouble just now, making me exert myself and forcing me to
take my penis out earlier than usual. I promise to go slowly next time."

My mother-in-law lay there, staring at the ceiling. She felt as if many dirty things
were crawling inside her, as if that unclean, disgusting body was pressing down on her.

My mother-in-law contemplated suicide. "You filthy scoundrel!" she yelled. "You damned, despicable
scoundrel! I'll catch you, castrate you, and then kill you! Even if it takes my whole
life , I'll catch you! I'll kill you!"

I unlocked the door, turned around, and grinned at her. "Didn't you already catch me?
Your vagina is gripping my penis so tightly, it's unbearably itchy. Mother, I'll let you catch me again."

Hearing my lewd words, my mother-in-law screamed like a madwoman. With that scream, her mind
completely collapsed. As I walked out and closed the door facing her, she burst into tears.

She was heartbroken to be a woman.

She wept for a woman's vulva.

(To be continued)

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