[My Mother-in-Law is Like a Flower] (1-10)

(00)
A warm night.
Flowers are blooming quietly outside the villa.
What flowers?
Damn! How would I know? You're here to study flowers?
Just remember, there are flowers blooming outside my villa at night, that's okay.
(01)
My mother-in-law is as beautiful as her name.
I don't intend to write her surname or describe her appearance, because she now belongs only to me.
She has suffered enough. I don't want her to be hurt anymore.
(02)
Midday, scorching sun. Several children are laughing and playing outside.
I stand by the window and look out.
Outside the French windows, butterflies flutter and flowers bloom. At
the villa entrance and along the flower-shaded path, Chou Chou occasionally speeds by on his bicycle.
He rides that little bicycle, round and round, looking like he has inexhaustible energy.
He deliberately slows down and turns exaggeratedly, imitating the roar of an F1 car.
Two soft arms hug me from behind. A warm, cool face gently rubs against my back.
Without turning around, I knew it was Ru Hua—there was no one else in the villa.
I hired a nanny, but she was too talkative, more so than the three of us combined.
I wasn't used to it, so I fired her.
I'd rather suffer myself than have an undisturbed private space.
Because this isn't a normal family.
(03)
I heard Ru Hua's usual soft and pleasant voice: "Let's make dumplings this afternoon."
I said, "Okay. Oh, we're out of chives, aren't we?"
She said, "Yeah. I'll go buy some."
Ru Hua went out.
I went back to my desk and continued working on stocks on my laptop.
Outside, F1 was still running laps, making quite a commotion. You know, how come this kid doesn't get tired?
I immersed myself in my stock market world.
(04)
Suddenly, I heard the sound of a bicycle falling over, followed by a low-pitched exchange of insults, which quickly escalated into a heart-wrenching scream—
ChouChou: "I'll fuck your mother!"
Wild Child: "I'll fuck your
grandma!" ChouChou: "I don't have a grandma
!" Wild Child: "You idiot! 　　Your mother is your grandma !"
"Say that again?" "Your mother is your grandma!" 　　"Say that again?" 　　"Your mother is your grandma!" 　　"Slap!" A crisp slap. The slap was like a match, instantly igniting a series of heavy, muffled thuds. 　　I quickly pushed open the door and rushed out. Outside the yard, ChouChou was wrestling with a wild child. 　　The child was bigger than ChouChou, and was raining blows with fists and knees. ChouChou was at a complete disadvantage. 　　I forcefully separated the two children. ChouChou was now covered in blood, bent over, unable to get up, his body curled up like 　　a shrimp. 　　The wild child wouldn't let it go, jumping up and down and shouting, "Don't let me see you again! I'll beat you every time I see you! 　　You stupid bastard! I'll have my dad tear you to pieces!" 　　The girl was quite upright, even more upright than I was when I was a teenager. She didn't seem like a good person. 　　I turned around and pointed at her nose and said, "Get lost." 　　She still stood there cursing, not afraid of me at all. 　　I didn't want to fight with a child, so I had to take Chou Chou home first. 　　(05) 　　When we got home, I took out medical alcohol and gauze from the medicine box and cleaned his wound, wiped away the blood, and applied medicine. 　　He didn't speak, his little body was trembling. 　　When Ru Hua came back and opened the door, I had already wrapped Chou Chou's head and hands. 　　Before I could speak, Chou Chou suddenly shouted at Ru Hua, "Why are you so old!" 　　I could tell he was full of anger. 　　Ru Hua stood there with chives, looking at Chou Chou, her mouth open, but she couldn't say anything. 　　Chou Chou's exposed face was completely swollen, his eyelids and lips were blackish-purple, highly bruised, and swollen high. 　　Chou Chou stood up and fiercely questioned Ru Hua: "Who exactly are you to me?" 　　My head felt hot. Ru Hua's tears welled up in her eyes. 　　We can't stay here anymore. In this vast land, where can we find a place without gossip to 　　live in peace? What did we do to deserve this? 　　Fragments of the past, in disarray, jumped before my eyes, without order or logic. 　　Some were very clear, like high definition, like a D9. Some were very blurry, like a bootleg picture, crooked and shaky, 　　not only shaky but also glaring, like I had cataracts... 　　(06) 　　I remembered the first time Xiao Tong took me to her house, that was the first time I met Ru Hua. Xiao Tong said lightly: "Mom 　　, this is A8. A8, this is my mom." 　　My heels suddenly sank, and my tongue felt like lead. I stood there, a complete young and infatuated girl. 　　Ru Hua looked at me, smiled and said softly: "Sit." 　　Outside the large window, the sunlight slanted in, shining on her hair. Her hair was casually tied up, the strands shimmering in the sunlight 　　. 　　The sunlight shone on her face. That wasn't a face, it was lychee flesh. 　　My heart was pounding. 　　(07) 　　I remembered that time I was strolling around a farm with Ruhua. 　　I unintentionally saw a cow. Its buttocks attracted me. 　　When its tail swayed, I saw a long string of sticky fluid hanging from its vertical vulva, clear and transparent in the sunlight, 　　hanging straight down. 　　I pointed it out to Ruhua and whispered, "It's in heat." 　　Ruhua smiled, but looked in the direction I was pointing. 　　She looked for a second. 　　Two seconds. 　　Three seconds. 　　I muttered to myself, "Why is it secreting so much?" 　　Ruhua's soft hand wrapped around my arm and she whispered, "You bad boy. Let's go." 　　I said, "No. I haven't seen enough yet." 　　She said, "Then I'm leaving." 　　I grabbed her and asked, "Where are you going?" 　　She said, "I'm not looking anymore." 　　She really left. I continued to look.

Ru Hua left, and I, finding it uninteresting to look around alone, turned to follow her.
I saw her asking the farmer, "How do I get the restroom?"
The farmer replied, "Oh, you mean the outhouse? It's over there."
She followed the farmer's directions. I followed.
I followed her inside, and as soon as I entered, I felt dizzy. She was also stunned.
We walked around in circles, getting more and more dizzy.
Holy crap, this building area could build two skyscrapers in the CBD.
It's incredibly extravagant. There was a pile of hay on the north side, weighing over a thousand pounds, and you could smell the pure, natural scent of grass.
There was a large hole in the thatched roof, not the work of a perverted boy, but rather the result of extreme poverty and a sudden downpour
.
This hole created the effect of sunlight diffused down from the glass terrace of a Nordic villa, making it dizzying.
This wasn't an outhouse; it was a whole nude art studio.
Ru Hua and I looked around but couldn't find the outhouse.
We followed the smell and finally saw it.
Behind the haystack was a large vat, maybe ceramic, maybe earthenware, who knows.
The smell was wafting from it.
A closer look revealed it was about a quarter full of treasures. Clearly, the owner had planned this carefully; the poor knew how to live.
I asked Ruhua, "What's your size?"
She whispered, "I don't know, it's just swollen down there."
I yanked down her skirt and underwear, directly touching her inner thigh.
I remember the feel. Wet, sticky, and hot.
I remember my heart pounding.
She leaned close to my face and whispered in my ear, "I feel uncomfortable down there..."
Suddenly, I became like a beast, kissing her lips.
So many years have passed; I can't remember what my hands or hers did then.
But I remember we were both panting
heavily, our breathing as rough as animals .
We were a pair of desperate, lowly people, our days numbered, desperately squeezing every last drop.
Actually, before going to the farm, I knew my relationship with her wouldn't be blessed.
We were not adulterers in the ordinary sense.
(08)
I have never forgotten the scene of the first time I took off her white vest and saw her big breasts.
Her breasts were big and loose, soft and slightly loose, which was normal. She had given birth
and breastfed, plus her age.
Anyone who says that a fifty-year-old woman's breasts look young, full and firm is not fantasizing, but a disability.
Ru Hua was very attractive to me. She had white skin, a slightly protruding belly, and big buttocks.
The first time I parted her petals, I found that her flesh was slightly thick.
I kissed her lips. She was very excited, her face was hot, and she was breathing heavily. (Breathing heavily = rapid
and intermittent breathing before death)
I kissed her lower lips. She twisted her fleshy waist.
I smelled a mature woman's sultry smell. The sultry smell was complicated. There was estradiol, estriol, estrol, ammonia,
a strong milky and oily smell like cheese, and a faint onion aroma.
She lay lazily on the bed.
On our first night together, we kissed and made love non-stop, as if we only had this one night.
After I ejaculated, I touched her, and as I touched her, I got hard again, and as I got hard, I thrust in, and then I ejaculated again. After I came out, I touched her again, and as I 　　touched her, I
got hard again...
She said this was bad for my health, but I was crazy and wouldn't listen. I hugged her and we cuddled together endlessly . 　　What attracted me most about her was her temper. She was very gentle and always spoke softly. She consulted with everyone about everything , asking 　　, "Is XX okay? Is VV okay?" 　　She was low-key and reserved, believing that suffering a loss was a blessing. 　　Most importantly, in my opinion, she was very "slave". She had a natural masochistic quality in her bones, which 　　I particularly liked. 　　I like passive women and hate arrogant women. 　　I could openly play bondage with her. But Xiaotong never agreed until her death... 　　(09) 　　I still remember that night, after everything was tidied up and everyone had taken a shower, I put on a pornographic film and 　　watched it with her. 　　The film had no cause and effect, no build-up; it just started with a big, muscular Western man having sex with two women, both seemingly wearing white 　　lab coats and younger than the last. 　　The violent anal sex scenes and the moaning sounds quickly aroused me. 　　She was very nervous and whispered, "Turn off the sound. Hurry up!" 　　I kissed her cheek and said, "No sound, no excitement." 　　She pinched my arm, really anxious, and whispered, "Do you want the neighbors to laugh at you?" 　　I had no choice but to shut up. Although I could understand it, fucking is so boring for a deaf-mute. 　　As Ruhua watched, she reached over and placed her hand on my crotch, seemingly unintentionally. Hehe. 　　She whispered, "You rascal, why don't you have a rolling pin in here?" 　　I whispered, "I love dumplings." 　　She smiled and whispered, "Doesn't that sound like 'carrying a deck of cards in your pocket, going wherever you want'?" 　　I whispered, "Going wherever you want? Am I an animal?" 　　She whispered, "You are." 　　I touched inside her skirt. 　　She whispered, "You rascal, turn it off." 　　On the screen, something was going on. I didn't want to turn it off. 　　She was a little unhappy and got up and left. Leaving me alone, mouth agape, eyes wide, like an idiot. 　　Thinking about it, with a big dick sticking out, staring at an appliance, ignoring my wife, I'm not even as good as an animal. 　　I sighed, turned off the deaf-mute program, and went to find my wife. 　　I went into the bedroom, and my wife was already lying on the bed. 　　I touched her thigh. She pushed my hand away and said, "You still prefer younger ones." 　　I said, "Oh no, it's not that. Blame the porn companies, they only make films about young people." 　　I pulled down her underwear. She didn't lift her buttocks to cooperate with me like she usually did. 　　I asked, "Are you wet?" 　　She pushed my hand away again and said, "Go find someone younger." 　　I said, "I don't mind. I'll go for you. I'll fuck you!" 　　She wasn't happy yet and asked, "Why?" 　　I said, "Because you're pretty." 　　(10)

She's beautiful. I really think she's beautiful. She's a woman who can withstand scrutiny, a woman with charm.
It's my blessing to be with her. I cherish it.
But after all, we're getting older. Age waits for no one. There's no fairness in this world, the only fairness is time.
When we go out together, eat, shop, drive, my eyes are always drawn to young, beautiful girls.
She's always staring into my eyes, then tracking the girl I'm staring at.
I've comforted her a hundred and thirty times, saying that I love her, that she's all I think about, that my life can't be without
her.
She doesn't believe me.
I say I just can't control my eyes, that it's okay to look, that I haven't cheated physically or emotionally
, and if you restrict my gaze, my life would be too miserable.
She says she feels insecure.
Especially during her period, they almost always argue about it. In her hysterical moments, she insists that
relationships between older women and younger men don't last.
I know she's particularly sensitive about this, so I try not to say things like "old woman" or "old cucumber painted green" in front of her
.
But when it comes to real life, who can guarantee they'll always be on edge? As time goes on, people relax.
Sometimes, in the middle of a joke, something inappropriate slips out, and she suddenly goes silent for a long time. She must have
hurt someone.
Once, in bed, when we were having sex and we were both completely out of it, she asked me to curse her—just swear
words, not really.
While I was thrusting, I said, "You shameless, slut, whore!"
She got excited and encouraged me with even more lewd moans.
Encouraged, I "cursed" more and more, unleashing a string of curses: "Stale cunt, rotten cunt, slutty cunt! I
'll fuck your slutty rotten cunt! You vixen, you slut who needs to be fucked, you big slut, you old slut! What are you?"
Her body started to tense up.
I pinched her cheek: "Say it!"
She nodded, embarrassed, and replied, "I...I'm a slut."
I continued to curse her while fucking her even harder: "Slutty bitch! Shameless slut! Stinking cunt!
I'll fuck your shit out! I'll fuck you to death, I'll fuck your old cunt to death!"
Her cunt began to throb and spasm.
I attacked with all my might, the piston reaching a fever pitch. I couldn't speak anymore, only gasping for breath.
Her whole body went limp.
I asked knowingly, "What's wrong with you?"
She said in a voice only I could hear, "I'm dead."

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