Me and My Daughter-in-Law (Full Text) [Complete]

My Daughter-in-Law and I

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I have an enviable family. My wife is hardworking and virtuous, and my son,
Xiao Niu, is handsome and filial. Two years ago, he married a beautiful and lovely wife named Xu Lili. I've always enjoyed sports and exercise, so I'm physically strong; most
young men aren't as strong as me. However, I have one thing that bothers me a lot: sex. After my wife went through menopause at forty-nine,
she became sexually frigid and wouldn't allow me to touch her anymore. We even have to sleep separately; she sleeps in the big room, and I sleep in
the small room . Poor me, with my extremely strong sex drive, I have to masturbate like I did when I was a child. I'm fifty years old now, and
masturbating in front of my wife is truly shameful.

My son, Xiao Niu, works at a car company, hauling materials for construction sites,
but he doesn't earn much. He saw the potential in long-distance freight hauling; although it's hard work, the pay is higher, so he switched jobs to a long-distance bus company, only able to come home four or five
times a year. When my son switched jobs, our whole family objected. Who wouldn't want to be with their family every day? But
my son has always been a stubborn mule; once he's made up his mind, no one can change it, so we had to let him go. Later, when
he left a lot of money at home, the whole family stopped saying anything.

There were three reasons why the family disagreed with my son's long-distance driving. My wife was most reluctant to let him leave, after all,
he had never been away from us since childhood, and she was afraid he would suffer hardships on the road. My daughter-in-law, Lili, was afraid of the dangers of long-distance driving,
like car accidents or robberies; and since my son is so stubborn, he would be at a disadvantage in a fight. My worries were multifaceted
, stemming from my wife's concerns and my daughter-in-law's concerns, but what worried me most was my daughter-in-law, Lili. She was
so beautiful; if she couldn't resist loneliness and fell in love with someone else, then our family line wouldn't be so pure.

A year passed in the blink of an eye. My son was fine, and every time he came home, he was beaming, bringing back many
things. He divided them into three portions at my house: one for my wife and me, one for his parents-in-law, and the
last for himself and his wife to enjoy at home. As time went on, my family got used to my son's constant travels and stopped
missing him so much.

After my son left, I continued my daily exercise routine, doing things like boxing and leg kicks. I'm
a bit of a pervert; while exercising, I enjoy watching young girls, young wives, and mature women,
then fantasizing about them in bed at night. Many times, I berate myself for being so shameless. But
my sexual desire is always strong, and I can't resist the allure of their slender bodies, long legs, and plump
buttocks ; I masturbate every night.

Once, I saw a news report that excited me greatly. It was about an old man who
pretended to be a young man on QQ, gaining the trust of a young girl, and then having a one-night stand in person. The young girl, feeling cheated
, didn't want to report it, fearing for her reputation. But the old man clung to her, threatening to expose
the affair . A year later, the young girl, unable to bear it any longer, jumped to her death. The police solved the case from the suicide note, and
the old man was brought to justice.

I thought, "That old bastard was really stupid. He slept with the young girl, and she didn't even report it. What a huge advantage he got!
And then he kept pestering her. He's shameless. If it were me, I would have had my fun that night, and then
we'd go our separate ways. The girl didn't report it, how great!" That night,
based on adapted the story and masturbated, and surprisingly, I ejaculated more intensely than usual.

Suddenly, I thought, "I should have a QQ account too. If I had QQ, wouldn't I be able to be like that old man?"
Thinking this, I got up and went to the computer. This computer in my house used to belong to my son. After he got married and
moved into his new house, he didn't need it anymore, and it's been sitting in my bedroom ever since. Unfortunately, I've never used it before; I
don't even know how to turn it on. I deeply regret not learning from my son. If I had, perhaps I could have chatted online,
tricked a girl into booking a hotel room, and saved myself from masturbating all day at home. So, the idea of learning to use a computer and chat online
slowly took shape in my mind; I had to learn.

Speaking of computers, it's easy for young people to learn, but for a fifty-year-old like me, it's a bit difficult.
First, I had to convince my wife, telling her I wanted to learn to use a computer to write articles. She's easily fooled and readily
agreed. Next was finding someone to teach me. My son was often away from home and couldn't teach me, and my daughter-in-law only
came over for meals and left immediately. I really didn't want her to teach me, because it was
a secret I didn't want her to know.

Luckily, there was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy next door. Since our families are very friendly, I
secretly asked him to teach me. Then I learned that the computer hadn't been paid for for several years and couldn't connect to the internet.
But that didn't stop me. I went to the telecom company with the boy to fix it, and two days later I had internet access. I've always been smart; I learn
almost anything quickly and am good at playing games. I knew that chatting online required typing skills, and my child told
me that chatting on QQ was the best way to practice typing, so they registered a QQ account for me—perfect! I was secretly
delighted . So, I learned how to post photos on my QQ space and how to write articles.

At first, I used my real age, but later, after learning how to change it, I secretly changed it
to thirty. Then I started practicing typing diligently, and in less than a month, my typing skills improved significantly.
Although I couldn't touch type like a young person, my speed was quite fast. However, to my dismay,
most of my online friends were just casual chats; none of them seemed interested in one-night stands, which disappointed me greatly.

I suddenly realized that my QQ account had a fatal flaw: although I had changed my age, my username was still
"Old Rascal." I thought that was why I wasn't getting any one-night stands. I immediately decided to change this tacky name. But choosing
a new name took a lot of thought. At first, I called myself "Handsome Young Man"—no good! "Pretty Man"—too tacky! Calling me "Hardworking
Person" sounds a bit cheap! Calling me "Playboy" is way too damn blatant... I racked my brains for ages, but couldn't come up with a good
name . It was so frustrating. Then I realized that women who need one-night stands are usually heartbroken and
need comfort, so I decided to call myself "Understanding Person." Haha, that's a great name. So, I removed "Old Rascal" from my QQ profile
and filled in "Understanding Person."

And wouldn't you know it, a woman added me that very night. Her name was "Lonely Flower," what a lovely
name! I imagined she must be very beautiful.

We hit it off really well. I learned she was twenty-four, married, and had a one-year-old son
. Her husband had been sentenced to five years in prison for seriously injuring someone in a fight, and now she stayed home
alone hence the nickname "Lonely Flower." I was incredibly excited. Wasn't this exactly
the kind of woman I was looking for? I couldn't let this opportunity slip away. So, I started using my specialty: comforting words
. To my surprise, she was genuinely touched and thanked me for my words, praising my understanding.

She asked what I did for a living, and I started lying. I said I was thirty, my wife was often away on business trips, and we could only
see each other four or five times a year. I was also lonely, but I was very understanding and supportive of her work. I knew I was
lying , but I kept thinking she might be lying too. But regardless, I was convinced she was young.
Youth is an asset, and wasn't I looking for a young woman to play with? I didn't care if she was lying or not.

We chatted for half a month straight, having a great time and feeling like we'd known each other forever. Our conversations went from
cautious to completely open. She brought up sex first, asking how I dealt with it when my wife wasn't home. I
told her honestly, with my hand, and she typed several "haha"s on QQ. I asked her how she solved it, but she didn't answer,
so I didn't press further. Since we were talking about sex, I knew a one-night stand wasn't far off, and I was secretly
delighted . For the next few days, we talked almost exclusively about sex. She told me she wanted to find someone to help, but she loved
her husband very much and asked me what to do. I used my expertise to advise her, telling her that finding a man was
perfectly acceptable and wouldn't affect her family. Then, I jokingly asked if she needed my help. She typed
several "pfft"s on QQ again. From then on, our discussions about sex became more in-depth.

Finally, one day, she wanted to video chat to see what I looked like. I panicked. Wouldn't a video chat
give me away ? Although I look younger than my age, like I'm forty when I'm fifty, I still lied and said I was only
thirty . Besides, I didn't have a video camera, nor did I know how to use one. So, I lied and said my video camera was broken,
and surprisingly, she actually believed me. Women these days are so easy to fool. She asked if I had any photos. I said yes, and I
sent her a picture of a comrade-in-arms from my younger days. Even though it was black and white, my comrade-in-arms
was very handsome back then. She immediately replied that I was handsome, and seemed quite satisfied.

I asked for her photo, but at first she was reluctant to give it to me. I said everything should be fair; you've seen me, why
won't you let me see you? Only then did she send me a photo. I saw a very young and beautiful girl standing under a willow tree by a lake in
a park , with a very attractive figure. Wow, I'd
fucking die for a one-night stand with a woman like that.

It was like dating; we fell in love at first sight, and after seeing the photo, our feelings for each other
deepened our subsequent chats became even more explicit. Many times, she would ask me with a smile,
"Did you take care of things tonight?" I'd say, "Not yet, waiting for you to take care of it." Then we'd both laugh; she'd always use
"hehe" instead of "laugh," while I'd always use "haha" to express my delight. Sometimes, I'd ask her if she'd taken care of it yet
. She'd say, "Waiting for me to take care of it." I'd say, "I'll go help you take care of it now," and she'd fall silent again. Luckily, I wasn't
in a hurry ; I figured the stew was definitely going to be in my mouth. Our conversations became bolder, sometimes even touching on
genitals, but it all sounded like jokes.

During the day, my son called, saying he'd be home in the afternoon and his mother would cook something nice. That's how my son
is ; he always calls me beforehand when he's coming home. First, to let me know he's safe; second, because he's a glutton and can't stand the rough food
outside, so he always has to eat a big meal when he comes home. When I told my wife this news, she'd
happily go to the market to buy fish, meat, eggs, etc., and prepare
a feast when my son arrived. This has been a family tradition for almost a year now.

But I had something on my mind. I thought to myself: my son's back, and we'll definitely have a couple of drinks. We both drink slowly,
so who knows how long we'll drink? If we drink too late, I won't be able to log on to QQ. If I don't log on, that girl
will definitely be angry and won't talk to me anymore. Wouldn't that be like losing a duck that's already in my mouth? So, I went to my
room, opened QQ, and left her a message: "My wife is coming back tonight, so I won't be chatting with you. Please
forgive me, my beauty." At this moment, my wife came in. Since she knows nothing about computers, I wasn't worried. I
sent the message I had just typed and then shut down the computer.

Around 5 p.m., my son finally arrived with his wife and a bunch of bags. My wife immediately went up to him
, looked him over, and said, "As long as you come back safely, it's much better than buying all this stuff." Then she said some nonsense about
how thin and dark my son looked before taking the things from his hands.

"Mom, this is what Xiao Niu bought for you," my daughter-in-law said affectionately. My son is very good at managing family relationships; he
always has his wife deliver the things he buys for us.

"Oh, why did you buy this? Wasting money," my wife always grumbles, even when she's happy to see something
.

"Dad, this is the wine Xiao Niu bought for you." I turned around and saw my daughter-in-law's pretty face in the doorway,
carrying two bottles of wine.

"Oh, put them there, we'll drink them later," I always say decisively.

"Old man, come out quickly, have dinner with your son," my wife called from outside.

"Coming, coming," I stood up and walked out. My daughter-in-law immediately stepped aside.

These past few days, I've been engrossed in the internet and rarely go out for walks, which means I haven't seen many women.
I never expected that my daughter-in-law would stand there today and catch my eye. The person I chat with on QQ, "Lonely Flowers and Grass,"
is the same age as my daughter-in-law. Judging from the photos, they're about the same height, but she's definitely not as pretty as my daughter-in-law. To
be honest, I usually don't pay much attention to my daughter-in-law, but today, because the person I chat with is the same age as her, I'm paying special attention
to her .

As usual, my daughter-in-law had her hair tied back in
a
. On her fair, round face were a pair of large, watery eyes, and below her straight little nose were red lips. She wore a light purple t-shirt that hugged her upper body tightly, showing off her high chest, flat stomach, and slender waist. She wore
light blue jeans that fit her perfectly, her long, slender legs elegantly slightly parted. Her buttocks
weren't large, but they were full, round, and plump, encased in the jeans—utterly captivating.

I couldn't help but curse myself inwardly: Am I even human? How could I have such inappropriate thoughts about my daughter-in-law? But I
still couldn't resist glancing at her a few more times, especially at that round little bottom.

"Dad, let me pour you some wine," my daughter-in-law said playfully with a smile,
filling . "Mom, let me get you some Coke." She filled my husband's glass as well, then filled her own.
Although my daughter-in-law was twenty-four, she looked much younger, like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl. Her skin was beautiful, as
white as jade; I imagined how comfortable it would feel to touch it. Damn it, why am I having such inappropriate thoughts about my daughter-in-law again
? I couldn't help but curse myself again.

Sure enough, the drinking went on for a long time, until after nine o'clock at night. If my husband hadn't said, "Alright,
alright , you two shouldn't drink anymore. Xiao Niu, hurry home and rest," we don't know how late we would have continued drinking. After clearing
the dishes, my son and daughter-in-law left. Watching her little bottom disappear through the door, I felt a pang of
disappointment. Yes, what a lovely little bottom.

I went back to my bedroom, turned on my computer, and logged onto QQ. She didn't reply, and her avatar was offline, which added to
my disappointment. I lay down on the bed, took out my penis, and started masturbating. For some reason, I couldn't fantasize
about . My daughter-in-law's figure kept appearing in my mind
. I tried several times to fantasize about other people, but my daughter-in-law just wouldn't leave. So I decided to just fantasize about having sex with her; it's all fake anyway. Unexpectedly, I ejaculated after a few strokes
, and it felt really good. Then I started cursing myself for being inhuman, and slowly fell asleep.

For several days in a row, she didn't go online, and I would leave messages from time to time, usually asking, "
Baby , why aren't you online?" But her avatar was always offline. I felt a little disappointed, wondering if she had found
someone else and dumped me. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got, and I even started yelling at my son, "
Why did you have to come back just when I was chatting with my online friend? It caused me to break up with that beautiful girl!

" Finally, ten days later, on the night my son was away on the road, "Lonely Flower" reappeared. She told me that
her father-in-law had passed away and she had been staying with her mother-in-law. Oh, I see. Our conversation resumed, and she
asked if I had missed her these past few days. I said I had, and then asked her if she had missed me too. She said she had too. After that, we
started talking about sex again, more explicit than before. She said to me, "Your wife is back, you don't need to use your hands, you can do real sex
." I told her that my wife wasn't as good as her, and that just chatting with her made me hard. She chuckled and said that
she was wet now too.

Since we were already talking about genital sex, all that was left was to meet and have sex face-to-face
. So I said I wanted to meet her, and she readily agreed. I know the city well and know which hotels
are good. I told her I'd be waiting for her at the Taoyuan Hotel at 8 PM the next night. She said she would definitely be there, and then she asked for my
phone number. My old phone was broken, and I had just gotten a new one that day. I hadn't even memorized my own number yet, so I had to look at the note
and give her my number. She happily said, "See you tomorrow!"

The next evening, I lied to my wife, saying, "Tonight I have a gathering with my comrades in the countryside, and I don't think I can
come back ." My wife said, "When you get there, drink less and eat more." She helped me get ready, changed me into new
clothes, and polished my shoes until they shone. My wife is a dignified person; she always makes sure I get ready before I go out,
which makes her feel good.

Looking at my watch, it was just 6 PM. I wasn't in a hurry. I first went to the flower shop and bought a bouquet of bright red roses before
arriving Taoyuan Hotel. I booked room 1001, took the elevator to the tenth floor, and went inside. This room was fantastic
; it was right on the edge, with windows on two sides offering a view of the city lights. There was a double bed in the room, with
bedside tables on either side. I placed the roses on the innermost bedside table, thinking she would definitely sleep on
the inner one later. Time seemed to drag on; I couldn't wait for eight o'clock. With nothing to do, I turned on the TV, but I
had no interest in watching; all I wanted was for this girl to arrive quickly.

My phone rang, and I eagerly answered. Sure enough, it was her. She told me she was already at
the entrance of and asked where I was. I said, "I've already booked a room, room 1001 on the tenth floor." She said,
"Okay, I'll be right up," and then turned off her phone. I jumped for joy; my moment of happiness had finally arrived.
I picked up the bouquet of roses, smiling broadly, and stood at the door, waiting for my beauty to appear.

Finally, the door opened amidst my anxious waiting, and she walked in. Suddenly, we were both stunned,
staring at each other, speechless. It was none other than my stunningly beautiful
daughter-in-law. What was going on? The person in the photo isn't my daughter-in-law at all! My daughter-in-law did the same thing as me;
she must have been thinking the same thing—the photo isn't of her father-in-law either!

After a long silence, we both said almost simultaneously, "How could it be you?" Then we stared at each other blankly,
unsure what to say.

"Are you 'Lonely Flower'?" My mind was a mess; I didn't even know why I asked that.

"Hmm, are you 'Understanding'?" It was clear my daughter-in-law wasn't much better off than me.

"Yes," I replied.

"How could this be?" We both said almost simultaneously again, then fell silent.

"But the photo isn't you, Dad," my daughter-in-law finally broke the silence.

"Your photo isn't you either," I blurted out, then regretted saying it immediately.

"Dad, I'm going back now," my daughter-in-law said after a long pause, as if she had finally realized what was happening.

"Oh, I should go too," I said, following my daughter-in-law out the door.

"Dad, don't let this get out..." My daughter-in-law suddenly stopped and turned around.

With a "thump," I, unable to stop myself, bumped into her, interrupting her.
She lost her balance from the impact and was about to fall when I quickly caught her around the waist, pulling her
into my arms. Wow, her flesh was so soft! This made me unwilling to let go, and I held her tighter and tighter.

"Dad, let go of me!" My daughter-in-law's fair face flushed, making her even more beautiful.

"Since you're here, let's talk a little longer." I had no intention of letting go of her. After all, these
past few days, fantasizing about her and masturbating had been the most pleasurable thing, and now she was in my arms—how could I easily let go?

"Dad, don't do this! I'm your daughter-in-law!"

"But why are you cheating on me with other men?" My mind started to clear.

"..." My daughter-in-law was speechless, her face even redder than before, like the bouquet of bright red roses in my hand.

"I asked your mother for leave, saying I won't be home tonight. Stay with me."

At this point, I was already consumed by lust. When my daughter-in-law came out, she would definitely be dressed up carefully, with a newly permed haircut,
still in that ponytail, a neat fringe in front of her beautiful forehead, and her fair, rosy face
made even more delicate by her black hair, looking just like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl. She would still be wearing those jeans,
making her little bottom look even rounder and fuller. Her breasts, the size of rice bowls, would
be pressed tightly against my chest—how could I bear to let go?!

"Dad, don't do this, I'm your daughter-in-law," my daughter-in-law repeated.

"But why were you carrying the calf around looking for someone outside?" I asked again, repeating my previous question.

"..." My daughter-in-law remained silent.

"Come on, let's get on the bed." I pulled her towards the bed.

"Dad, don't do this, I'm your daughter-in-law." She struggled, but not too strongly.

I practically carried her to the bedside. "No, no" was her most frequent refrain. Hearing her sweet
voice, my reaction intensified, my hand firmly pressing down on her round little bottom. "No, no,"
she repeated, her little bottom wiggling, trying to break free from my large hand.

"Lili, Dad really missed you." I pushed her down onto the bed and began to undress her. "No,
no," she struggled, her hands covering her clothes. I simply reached inside, straight into her bra, playing with
her plump breasts. "Let Dad do it, just this once, okay, Lili?" I almost pleaded, my lips
brushing against my daughter-in-law's face, searching for her alluring little mouth. "No, no," she struggled. I
unbuckled , and my hand slipped inside, touching the little bottom I'd longed for day and night—so smooth and tender. "No, no,"
she pleaded again. When my hand reached in front, touching her vagina, she cried
and changed her tune, saying, "Dad, go slower," and stopped struggling.

When I undressed her, I saw how beautiful she was, truly flawless like white jade
. Her dark pubic hair, her high, firm breasts, her crescent-shaped, smooth little bottom—all of it filled
this anything else; I quickly took off my clothes, grabbed the blanket,
and covered both of us with it. I pulled her smooth body close, one hand rhythmically
caressing her from her breasts to her buttocks. My daughter-in-law closed her beautiful eyes, a single tear rolling down her cheek. Her tears
no longer moved me; I was determined to have her today, to fuck this beautiful daughter-in-law properly.

I used my legs to spread hers and slowly climbed on
top
of her. "Dad, go slowly," she said, obediently spreading her legs without opening her eyes, without struggling at all. "Mmm," I replied, guiding my penis with my hand and slowly inserting it into her vagina. There was no lubrication in her vagina, making insertion a little
difficult . I inserted slowly, pulling out whenever she frowned slightly. Again and again, I inserted deeper and deeper,
and gradually, as lubrication increased, it became much smoother. Finally, with a moan from her, I
had my entire penis inside.

At first, she deliberately avoided my mouth, not letting me kiss her. Ten minutes later, with my
continued thrusting, I clearly felt my daughter-in-law reach orgasm. As the orgasm came, she no longer held back, instead
tightly embracing my shoulders with her previously loose hands. Her small mouth actively sought mine, her fragrant
tongue entering my mouth. Her beautiful little buttocks moved up and down in sync with my movements. Most beautiful of all were
her moans, delicate and captivating. When she moaned, her pretty face contorted,
but the contortions only made her more beautiful and alluring. Just as her orgasm subsided, I began to ejaculate rapidly, not
holding back a drop, all of it shooting into her small vagina.

Young people are truly young; my daughter-in-law's vagina was wonderful, tightly gripping my penis,
the lubricating fluid flowing along the vaginal walls, allowing my penis to move freely. Just as my daughter-in-law was reaching her climax, I pressed
my lips tightly against hers, one hand cupping her breast, the other kneading her soft little bottom—
it was pure bliss. When she embraced me, it excited me even more, and I moved with even greater
vigor. At the moment of my ejaculation, I thought I was dreaming.

"Don't leave tonight," I said, holding her and stroking her bottom afterward.

"Mmm," she replied obediently. I knew that tonight, my daughter-in-law belonged to me.

With her beside me, I couldn't sleep, so we started chatting. I learned that she
had been secretly sending photos of her colleagues on QQ, which was why she didn't know
the other person was her. She also learned that the photo was of one of my comrades when he was young. After
chatting for a while, I wanted to do it again, so I laid her down. My daughter-in-law knew we were going to have sex again, so she didn't struggle. She spread
her legs, waiting for me to penetrate her. This time, I deliberately dragged it out, about half an hour, bringing her to
orgasm twice before I ejaculated.

"Dad, you're amazing," she said after I got off her.

"As long as you're comfortable, Dad will do anything," I said, still touching her little buttocks.

"..." My daughter-in-law didn't speak, burying her head in my chest.

"Come here." I took her little hand and pressed it against my penis.

"Mmm—" she moaned, trying to pull her hand away.

"Touch it," I forced her hand onto my penis.

"So big?" she exclaimed, holding my penis.

"Isn't big good?" I retorted, looking at my beautiful daughter-in-law.

"I'm sorry." My daughter-in-law stroked her breasts a few times, then blushed again and quickly buried her face in my chest,
her hands starting to stroke up and down again.

As dawn approached, I made love to my daughter-in-law again. Before I did, I said, "I'm going to get revenge on
you." My daughter-in-law was no longer shy and asked, "What did I do that you want revenge on?" I said, "Why..."
"You said I was dead on QQ?" My daughter-in-law suddenly remembered the chat from that day and couldn't help but laugh. This time, we were
making love while explaining what had happened.

"You're still talking about me. Dad, didn't you say you were thirty? You're lying." My daughter-in-law
said coquettishly, lifting her hips in cooperation.

"Hehe, what about you? Not only did you say I was dead, but you also said Xiao Niu got into a fight and was sentenced to prison." As she spoke, I thrust hard
twice.

"Oh, you hurt me, Dad." My daughter-in-law frowned. "Hmph, you also said my mom is often away on business trips."

"Hehe." I laughed.

"What are you laughing at, Dad?" My daughter-in-law put her arm around my shoulder. "You lied to me first, and you still have the nerve to say that?"

"Neither of us were telling the truth. If you had sent your own picture, I don't think this would have happened." "I
kissed my daughter-in-law.

'If you post your own picture, I'll block you immediately, Dad.'

'It's really fate that brought us together, isn't it, Lili?'

'Nothing on the internet is true,' my daughter-in-law sighed. 'What's wrong, Dad?'

'I want to do this.' I pulled out my penis and started moving my daughter-in-law's body, like an old man pushing a cart, because I
love her little butt so much, this way I can see it more clearly.

'So embarrassing.' my daughter-in-law said, still turning her body over, sticking her white little butt out
high , waiting for me to penetrate her from behind.

'Didn't you say you have a one-year-old son? Lie.' I said.

'Dad, isn't this fast enough?'" "My daughter-in-law moved back and forth with me, her body shifting,
her hair disheveled. 'You lied too, Dad. You even called Mom a haggard old woman.'

" "Haha," I laughed.

"It was actually Xiao Niu who came back, but you insisted it was Mom, ptooey," my daughter-in-law said coquettishly.

"Stop talking, Lili," I said, continuing my thrusts while playing with her backbends, touching her roaming breasts.

"Dad, I can't take it anymore," my daughter-in-law said, about to climax, trying to roll over onto her back.

This time, I lasted about an hour, and my daughter-in-law climaxed twice more.

"Dad, don't let anyone know about this," my daughter-in-law said, nestled against my chest before leaving the hotel.

"Yes, it's our secret," I said, placing my hand on her buttocks, touching her through her jeans.

"Yes." "My daughter-in-law looked at me with such deep affection.

'When Xiao Niu isn't home, can I come to your house?'

'I'm afraid you won't come, Dad.'

'I'll definitely come often.' It seems I've really pleased my daughter-in-law; otherwise, she wouldn't be looking forward to my visits.
How could I not be happy with such a wonderful daughter-in-law? I hugged her and showered her with kisses.

At noon, I returned home. My wife asked me if I had drunk too much. I said no. Just
then , my daughter-in-law arrived; she comes home for lunch almost every day. She glanced at me, then immediately turned her face away,
as if nothing had happened the night before, and went to help my wife cook. I pretended nothing was wrong and
went back to my bedroom. I turned on my computer and saw a message on 'Lonely Flowers and Grass.' It read:
'You big pervert, my genitals are swollen, you rub them for me.'" I went out laughing, glancing at my daughter-in-law.
She knew I'd seen the QQ post, and secretly glared at me, letting out a snort.

In the days that followed, I frequently went to my son's house, and would make love to my daughter-in-law on his bed.
She had a very high sex drive, often needing to orgasm twice before she'd let me go. Luckily, my sex drive was also very
strong , often satisfying her completely. "Dad, I didn't expect you to be so amazing." "My daughter-in-law often says this after we're done
. So I learned that my son, Xiao Niu, is also very capable in this area, but he's always
away and can't satisfy her, which makes her very frustrated. Now that I, her father-in-law, am here,
fulfilling what my son should do, my daughter-in-law is very happy.

Soon after, my daughter-in-law became pregnant. She couldn't say whether the child was my son Xiao Niu's or my
father-in-law's. But she wasn't afraid at all. She said it didn't matter whether the child looked like me or my son Xiao Niu
, because we father and son look very alike. My wife was overjoyed by my daughter-in-law's pregnancy and immediately moved into
our son's house to take care of her, also telling our son the good news. After my wife moved in, I couldn't have sex with
my daughter- and went back to my old masturbation routine. My daughter-in-law secretly mocked me, saying, 'Dad,
you used your hand again this time. '" "I was so angry I smacked her little bottom, and my daughter-in-law left laughing like she'd won
.

My daughter-in-law finally gave birth to a boy, and everyone said, 'This child looks just like his father.' Others said
, 'Look at you three, you're all cut from the same mold.' Everyone agreed that the child was
definitely my son's. But my daughter-in-law didn't think so; she believed the child was more than 80% my, the grandfather.
I told her that whether it was my son Xiao Niu's or mine, the child was still part of our family line, and we had to raise him
well .

Now, I'm fifty-five years old, and my daughter-in-law and I have been together for five years
. We still hang out when my son is out driving. Because of our relationship, she's become even more filial, and the neighbors praise her. Actually, the neighbors don't
know a secret: my daughter-in-law has always treated me like her husband, not her father-in-law, which is why she takes such good
care me. And I'm still healthy and strong; in bed, I've never disappointed her,
which is what makes her most satisfied.

" Okay, I'm stopping now. My son went out this morning, and my daughter-in-law just called, telling me to come over right away.
Haha, it's been over twenty days since we've had sex. I have to go and pamper my beautiful daughter-in-law. Just
thinking about her round, plump little bottom makes me feel so happy. I'm off! My daughter-in-law is waiting for me at home
.

(The End)

Although short, the story is clear and well-organized. The language is simple yet peaceful.
It's like a casual little essay. While it might not make you feel aroused or have any physical excitement, it does offer a thought:
young people shouldn't neglect their wives while busy with work.
If the author were in charge, they could easily expand this story into three chapters—
perhaps even a classic tale of incest between a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.
Finally, I have to complain about the font. Although it's large, it's a bit awkward.
Thanks to the original poster. Generally speaking, a father-in-law will think about his son's well-being, considering that his daughter-in-law might continue to cheat, causing his son to suffer. Without this aspect, the father-in-law wouldn't be realistic.
To solve this problem, if he has a lot of money, he might kill someone and find his son a better one. If he doesn't have much money, he might work harder to satisfy his daughter-in-law's desires. And the daughter-in-law might also have insatiable desires and complain about her father-in-law's age.
This gives us even more material to write about. Hehe, this is probably a modified version of the fake news that went viral online a while ago: "Old man meets online friend for a hotel room, only to find out the other woman is his daughter-in-law, son beats up father in a rage." Not bad idea.

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