flirtatious mother-in-law

Time flies, and years slip by. I don't know when I started to become so anxious and insecure; perhaps this is what middle age is all about.

I was born in the gentle, rainy Jiangnan region. After graduating from university, I was somewhat listless for a while. Through my family's connections, I got a job at a local public institution. At 28, I married my girlfriend of six years.

To outsiders, my life seemed happy. My wife wasn't exceptionally beautiful, but she was sweet-looking. Now our daughter is 10 years old. But only I know that in some ways, I've always felt repressed. She's too conservative.

Life had been routine, rather dull, until this year's sudden pandemic changed everything.

It all started with the Spring Festival of 2020.

My father-in-law had passed away five years earlier due to illness, coincidentally during the Spring Festival. Since then, every year in the twelfth lunar month, my mother-in-law would come to our house and stay until after the eighteenth day of the first lunar month.

Let me introduce my family. After I got married, I lived separately from my parents. I'm 39 years old this year, my wife is 36, and my mother-in-law is 55. We're ordinary city women, working at the local labor bureau, and nearing retirement. We're both only children. Although I'm 39, from the time we got married until our child was 10, our parents basically covered all the major expenses. My wife and I earn about 15,000 yuan a month combined, but we don't have a mortgage or car loan, so our family's financial situation is slightly better than others around us. I don't play mahjong, and I don't enjoy fishing. My main activities are either drinking with colleagues or getting acupressure. My favorite things are playing World of Warcraft and some AAA games.

I remember that the nationwide outbreak of the epidemic and the announcement of home quarantine on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year this year meant I stayed home every day. My wife went to the supermarket every three days, my mother-in-law cooked and watched TV every day, and I basically spent all my time playing World of Warcraft Classic.

Until February 21st, my peaceful life was disrupted.

That afternoon after lunch, my wife went shopping at the supermarket with her leave pass. I was playing games in the small room when suddenly my mother-in-law called me, saying she had pain in her lower left abdomen. It had started as a dull ache in the morning, but now it was persistent. Hearing this, I knew I had to take her to the hospital.

After taking her temperature and completing a series of registrations, the doctor suspected kidney stones and ordered an ultrasound. I wanted to find a wheelchair to take her to the ultrasound room, but the hospital's wheelchairs were in the lobby, a bit far. My mother-in-law is probably under 1.7 meters tall and not too overweight, so I suggested carrying her on my back. But as soon as I carried her, she cried out in unbearable pain. The doctor said it would be better to carry her by hand. Without thinking much, I picked her up and ran to the ultrasound room. When we got there, the doctor had her lay her legs flat and expose her lower abdomen for the ultrasound. She kept crying out in pain, so I tugged at her clothes. Then the female doctor pulled her pants down a little, and that's when I saw black hair! I was shocked. That image stayed in my mind for days.

For the next few days, that tuft of black hair was constantly on my mind. The nights were agonizing. My wife was on her period, so I couldn't do anything about it. I'd wait until they were both asleep, then go to the small room and watch porn while masturbating. The first two days were fine, but that night, it was already 1 a.m., I'd finished playing games, watched half of a South Korean porn film, and just started masturbating when my mother-in-law came in to get her charger. It was so awkward! We didn't even make eye contact; she just opened the door, then immediately closed it again and left. I guess she saw it.

The next day, it was like nothing had happened, and life went back to normal.

Until one day, my mother-in-law complained of stomach pain again. This time, my wife took her to the hospital. They got back around 7 p.m., and she went straight to bed. Around 10 p.m., the painkillers probably wore off, and she started having pain again. My wife got up and massaged her stomach for over two hours. Around 3 a.m., the pain returned. I was half-asleep when my wife woke me up, asking me to take her mother to the hospital. I checked the time; it was almost 4 a.m. I suggested we go ahead and get her admitted at dawn, but my wife disagreed, saying that the hospital was the most dangerous place at this time. She told me to massage her mother's abdomen. She said that pressing on her abdomen would relieve the pain, but if I didn't, she would wake up in pain again. She hadn't slept a wink for the first half of the night due to the pain, only managing to drift off to sleep around 2 a.m. She hadn't massaged her earlier, and she woke up in pain a while later. Now she was asleep again, and she wanted me to massage her abdomen a little longer, saying she couldn't take it anymore and needed to sleep. So I massaged her abdomen while my wife went to sleep.

Men, as everyone knows, aren't as meticulous as women. I don't know when I fell asleep, but when I woke up, I was lying next to my mother-in-law, my hand inside her clothes, grabbing her breast, and she was asleep with her head resting against my chest. I was shocked. I pulled my hand away, and my mother-in-law woke up. She sat up abruptly, saying she was going to make breakfast, and then squatted down, clutching her stomach. I called for my wife; it was around 8 a.m. We went straight to the hospital.

She received an IV drip until after 2 p.m. and we got home. Nothing much happened that day, but again, late at night, my wife called me. This time, I resisted the urge to sleep, but I couldn't suppress the primal, instinctive desire for stimulation. I don't know how it happened, but I ended up lying down next to her mother. After about an hour, I still wasn't sleepy. Slowly, I reached in and grabbed my mother-in-law's breast. This time, she suddenly grabbed my hand. I was genuinely startled; I froze. But she released her hand. In the light of the nightlight, I saw her glance at me and then turn her head away. My mind went blank; my hand was still naturally gripping her breast. My mother-in-law suddenly leaned closer to me. Then she said she felt better and the pain was gone, and told me to go to sleep early. After saying that, she even covered me with a blanket. I nervously hummed in agreement and lay down next to her. This position lasted about 10 minutes. My hand remained there, gripping her breast without moving. Then, slowly, my fear subsided, replaced by a primal stimulation. My hand began to slowly move, tracing the flesh of my mother-in-law's breasts. She didn't say a word, nor did she stop me. Slowly, my fingers traced her nipple, feeling its firmness. I leaned my head closer to her, inhaling the scent of her neck. Finally, I couldn't resist rubbing my nose against her neck. She shifted slightly. Neither of us spoke. My breathing became heavy. I started pinching her nipple between two fingers, and then, without thinking, I lifted her clothes and sucked on her nipple. She began to breathe heavily. I sucked for a while, while my other hand kneaded her breasts. At that moment, she softly said, "Go and lock the door."

I immediately locked the door, climbed onto the bed, and without saying a word, started to undress my mother-in-law. She cooperated by arching her back slightly. Then we cupped her face and kissed her. At first, she kept her teeth closed, and I kept probing her mouth with my tongue. After a while, she opened her teeth, and I frantically sucked on her tongue while my other hand started to move down. When I touched her genitals, they were already wet; I felt her entire vulva was slippery. So I lifted the covers and started to take off her pants. She lifted her buttocks slightly. I saw a large patch of dark pubic hair. I lifted my mother-in-law's legs and tried to kiss her genitals. At that moment, she cupped my head and said, "No, it's dirty there." I ignored her and directly licked my mother-in-law's inner thigh with my tongue. My mother-in-law twisted from side to side, and then slowly began to consciously move her vulva towards my mouth. I kissed her directly. There was no taste. I sucked on my mother-in-law's labia majora, and then rubbed the tip of my nose against that little spot. Then I licked up and down along my mother-in-law's entire vulva with my tongue, and also inserted my tongue inside. After five or six minutes, I looked up and said, "Mom, I'm in." My mother-in-law just gave a soft "Mmm," and then I thrust in without any resistance. It was slippery and went in easily. I stopped when my mother-in-law let out a heavy groan, and then her legs clamped around my waist. I started thrusting in and out. Slowly, my mother-in-law began to lift her chest, cupped my face in her hands, and leaned her head towards me, kissing my mouth passionately, sucking on my tongue. I don't even know if I was kissing or making love at the same time. After a while, I spread her legs and raised them to my chest. My arms tightened around her legs, and I started thrusting slowly, involuntarily resting my face on my mother-in-law's feet, gently kissing them, slowly caressing them. Finally, I ejaculated, and then I climbed on top of my mother-in-law, kissing her mouth. We exchanged saliva. A few minutes later, my mother-in-law patted me and said, "Go wash up."

We did this for about a week. I know it's incest, but we were both deeply involved. It wasn't until March 15th, when both my and my mother-in-law's workplaces reopened, that we ended our affair. On our last night together, my mother-in-law told me, "We're both adults now, we can't keep making this mistake. Let's go back to how things were before tomorrow." That night, we tried almost every position imaginable. Finally, my mother-in-law sat on my face, saying she felt like she was flying, and then a salty liquid flowed into my mouth.

[The End]

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