Mother-in-law Beauty

Saturday morning, spring was in the air. I woke up early and, looking at my wife's sexy sleeping face, my lower body began to stir.

I reached out my hand, starting from my wife's face, slowly moving down to her chest. After a few tentative movements, I slowly unbuttoned her blouse.

Compared to our honeymoon days six months ago, my movements were much more practiced. Soon, my wife's full breasts were in front of me.

A faint fragrance wafted from the depths of her mound. Just as I pressed my face closer to those two pink cherries, wanting to take it a step further, the doorbell rang.

"Ding-dong."

Who could it be at this hour?

I was stunned, completely unable to recall having an appointment with anyone today. At the same time, I was incredibly impressed by my wife's ability to sleep so soundly. With her blouse open and the doorbell ringing, she could still be fast asleep. It seemed she was really exhausted last night.

Last night, in the darkness, my wife, who was gushing with lustful fluids like a fountain, was given a few more facials by me. "Ding-dong."

The doorbell rang again. I instinctively grabbed the blanket and covered my wife with it before walking briskly to the door.

As soon as I opened the door, my mother-in-law came into view.

After not seeing her for a while, my mother-in-law's proud and beautiful face looked even more radiant. Her long hair was neatly tied in a bun, exuding the air of a mature woman. And under her gray shirt, her full breasts were hidden. "Good morning..." My tongue seemed to be tied in knots.

It seemed that my coldness had caused my mother-in-law's face to turn cold.

"What's wrong? Are you 'surprised' to see me?" My mother-in-law said meaningfully. "Didn't Fuyuki tell you?" Fuyuki—that's my wife's name. She hadn't told me anything about her mother coming.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't know." I forced a bitter smile, and the desire that had just been ignited instantly cooled down.

"Please come in."

"Mm."

After placing the luggage in the entryway, my mother-in-law's elegant figure moved into the inner room, and then, her well-maintained figure, though fifty years old, gracefully sat down on the sofa.

"Could I have a glass of water?" Although her tone was polite, my mother-in-law always spoke with an air of authority that brooked no refusal. I quickly grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen and handed it to her.

"By the way," after gulping down the water, my mother-in-law looked at me curiously. "Where's Dongyue?" "Oh, she's still sleeping." I answered vaguely, not wanting to tell my mother-in-law that her daughter was exhausted from sex.

"Really." My mother-in-law sighed and suddenly stood up. "I'll go wake her, and then I'll make breakfast." "No!" My mother-in-law's words startled me; I didn't want her to see my daughter's bare chest.

"Leave it to me, Mother-in-law, you should rest."

"Alright then." My mother-in-law seemed to understand and thought for a moment before slowly walking towards the kitchen. "Let me make breakfast." "Thanks." With that, I left the inner room and returned to the bedroom.

"Damn it." Back in the bedroom, I immediately cursed inwardly. With my mother-in-law here, my wife and I'd no longer had any time together.

But strangely enough, judging from the way she was carrying her luggage, didn't that mean she'd be staying here tonight?

"Probably not," I thought. My proud mother-in-law wouldn't stay with someone else, especially in my tiny home. I figured she'd probably just come to see her daughter and then stay at a hotel for the night.

With a sense of unease, I helped my wife get dressed while thinking this, then whispered in her ear,

"Get up, breakfast is ready." I said in what I thought was a loud enough voice.

Then, I saw my wife turn around, her back to me.

I was silent for a moment, then said again,

"Get up, your mother's here."

As if it had worked, my wife turned back to me, looking at me with a sleepy expression:

"What? Grandma's here?" My wife lazily yawned.

"No, it's your mother who's here," I said irritably.

"What!" Upon hearing my words, my wife sat up in bed as if her expression had changed. She glanced at the clock, flipped through the calendar, and then buried her face in her hands, saying,

"I'm doomed this time," she covered her face with her hands, "I forgot to pick up my mother at the station." "So you two had made plans," I couldn't help but smile. No wonder my mother-in-law's expression wasn't good earlier. "Is there something wrong? I saw she brought luggage." Hearing my words, my wife looked at me beautifully with her big, watery eyes.

"My mother is moving in."

*** *** *** *** *** ***

Twenty minutes later, a relatively silent atmosphere filled the dining table.

I listlessly took large bites of bread, ignoring my mother-in-law's so-called table manners.

To be honest, I didn't actually dislike my mother-in-law, nor did I mind her living in my house. However, I was indeed angry that they hadn't consulted me beforehand.

I glanced at my wife—she was just silently sipping her soup, head down, while my mother-in-law calmly sliced the sesame seeds.

Shouldn't someone give me an answer by now?

I looked at my mother-in-law; she nodded as if understanding, then looked at my wife.

"Dongyue, why don't you say it?" Unexpectedly, my mother-in-law blushed. "That kind of thing is better left to you to say." "No, Mom, you should say it." My wife's pretty face flushed, reminding me of her appearance during orgasm. "Why don't we say it together?" "What's going on between you two?" At this point, I couldn't stand their ambiguity any longer, and I stood up. "Just be direct; I don't like such vague things." With that, I returned to my study and sat in the large chair, deep in thought.

Could they be hiding something from me? Had my sister-in-law gotten into trouble again? (My wife's sister is indeed a difficult character.) I yawned, vaguely hearing two people talking in the living room.

Or perhaps my mother-in-law's ex-husband had incurred debts again? (Is my mother-in-law here to borrow money? If so, I wouldn't mind helping.) Just as I was lost in thought, I heard footsteps outside the door.

"Click."

The study door slowly opened, and I turned around to see my mother-in-law. She closed the door and looked at me intently.

"I'm here to tell you a secret."

"What?" Question marks flashed through my mind. My mother-in-law's words were like a mountain fog, leaving me clueless. "I don't understand." "Listen to me first," my mother-in-law regained her unyielding air. She found a chair in front of me and sat down. I could smell her perfume at that close distance. "You and Dongyue have been married for half a year and both want to have a child, right?" "Yes," I looked at my mother-in-law, somewhat at a loss for words. "Is there a problem?" My mother-in-law leaned closer to me, her beautiful face filled with a sense of pressure.

"Listen carefully," she sighed. "The women in our family have a slight problem with fertility." My mind went blank for a moment. Although I'd suspected my wife might have some issues in this area (she hadn't gotten pregnant no matter how many times I'd ejaculated inside her), hearing it from my mother-in-law felt like a death sentence. Did

that mean my wife was infertile?

I felt a pang of discouragement, but thinking of my wife, who would be even more devastated by this, I couldn't help but worry.

Then, it felt like I'd been tapped on the forehead

—it was my mother-in-law's fist. She glared at me fiercely.

"I haven't finished yet, so don't make assumptions," I stuck out my tongue, and my mother-in-law continued her long-winded explanation.

"I'm just saying that the women in our family have a slight problem with fertility, not that they can't have children," my mother-in-law said meaningfully. "These are two different concepts, do you understand?" I shook my head.

My mother-in-law sighed again, and after hesitating for a moment, she said,

"The women in our family have reproductive organs that are inherently difficult to conceive, do you understand what I mean?" A crow's cawing flew through my mind, and I looked at my mother-in-law helplessly.

My mother-in-law was silent for a while.

"Fine, you're really forcing me," my mother-in-law rolled her eyes, "You know very well what a man does to impregnate a woman, right?" I suddenly understood.

"Of course, you mean sexual intercourse, right?" I said directly.

Perhaps surprised by my directness, my mother-in-law's fair face flushed crimson. After a moment, she recovered and said,

"Normally, a man and woman can conceive using normal positions." She paused, "But for some reasons I can't explain—it's a family trait—the women in our family must use a specific position, and fertilization must occur during the woman's orgasm to conceive. But...but..." She seemed to be inviting further questions, so I immediately asked,

"But what?"

She seemed to have made up her mind.

"But getting our women to orgasm isn't so easy," I smiled.

"Really?" I chuckled. "I always make Dongyue feel incredibly good." This time, it was my mother-in-law's turn to laugh.

"That's an act," she said mockingly. "Our women only have one erogenous zone—the G-spot located on the vaginal wall." She glared at me.

"But unfortunately, our G-spots are a bit deeper than normal women's," my mother-in-law said, annoyed. "This also explains why Dongyue and her sister are almost ten years apart. Your father-in-law—" As if realizing she shouldn't continue, my mother-in-law fell silent.

I was stunned. So, all my wife's previous reactions were fake? And according to my mother-in-law, my father-in-law also conceived Dongyue's sister after ten years, during her orgasm.

That must have been incredibly difficult; I could imagine how desperate my mother-in-law must have been.

A wicked thought flashed through my mind, and a question arose.

I looked at my mother-in-law.

"I appreciate your kindness, but," I observed her expression, "what does this have to do with you moving here?" My mother-in-law's face became serious.

"Of course it does," she stared at me intently, her face filled with a sense of mission. "You both need my guidance, and I can help you." I almost fell off the large chair.

"That's absurd," I said irritably. "We'll figure out how to have children. I'll pretend I didn't hear what you just said." "You'll need me."

"No, I'll figure it out myself."

I stood up, ignoring my mother-in-law's gaze, and left the study in protest.

*** *** *** *** *** ***

That evening, I enjoyed a warm bath alone in the bathroom.

Since my mother-in-law's words, we hadn't discussed that matter again, as if it never existed. In the end, I decided to let my mother-in-law sleep with my wife, while I slept on the sofa in the living room.

Without our time together, and enduring my mother-in-law's fallacies, I worried that my pent-up desire would have nowhere to go with her presence.

My mother-in-law was going to instruct us? I found the thought laughable. Did she intend to watch my wife and me have sex? Besides, how could I do *that* with my wife if she slept with her? Special positions, G-spot, fertilization during orgasm—was that even possible?

I sighed. My wife seemed to already know about it, and I had a feeling she had already agreed to my mother-in-law's suggestion.

I couldn't imagine being intimate with my wife in front of others, especially not just anyone, but my mother-in-law.

Wouldn't I be no different from those AV actors?

After showering, I went to the mirror and dried myself with a towel.

For a 33-year-old man, my physique was pretty good. Although I didn't have the exaggerated build of a muscular man, regular jogging had given me a dark and muscular body. As for my penis, while it wasn't as exaggerated as those novel protagonists, it was quite thick and erect.

After putting on my bathrobe and washing my face and brushing my teeth, I returned to the sofa in the living room.

The living room was very dim, with only a small yellow light on. Outside the window, there were only a few pedestrians on the street; it seemed most people were already asleep. I unfolded the bedding on the sofa, just about to fall asleep, when I heard my mother-in-law's voice.

"What's your decision?" From the direction of the voice, I knew my mother-in-law was standing behind me, and a post-shower fragrance wafted into my nostrils. I turned around, and in the lamplight, my mother-in-law's beautiful figure was faintly visible, wrapped in a one-piece nightgown. Her alluring eyes looked different than usual, startling me.

"Mother-in-law, are you alright?" I asked, looking at my mother-in-law who seemed like a different person. "Didn't I say I'd figure it out myself? You don't need to worry." My mother-in-law sighed, leaning against the sofa like a deflated balloon.

"Are you really alright?" I asked, unable to bear seeing her like this.

"I don't know," my mother-in-law replied, her usual haughtiness gone, her face filled with bitterness. "My husband is useless, my only daughter who's close to me is married, and my other daughter is good-for-nothing. Now she can't even solve her daughter's fertility problem. Do you understand how it feels to be alone in my room every night?" Overwhelmed with sorrow, my mother-in-law covered her face with her hands, her usually dignified figure now transformed into that of a resentful woman confined to her chambers.

I patted my mother-in-law's back, comforting her,

"Can you remarry?" I brushed her hair aside, "Find a good man, and spice up your life." Suddenly, she grabbed my hand, looking at me with a strange light in her eyes.

"Can you help me? I can't bring myself to orgasm," she pleaded. I was about to say no when she pounced on me, but she pushed me down onto the sofa.

The soft sofa supported my back, and she leaned over me, kissing my lips and face. Her allure, her mature beauty, made me dizzy.

Then I thought of my wife, and my defenses suddenly hardened.

"No," I said, blocking her with my hand, "Dongyue is still in the room, and I can't betray her." "Dongyue is fast asleep," she said, reaching down to my crotch, "and she's already agreed to let me guide you. Besides, doesn't your body also express desire?" "This..." I hesitated, remembering the suppressed desire I'd felt that morning because of her visit.

"That will be our secret," my mother-in-law tempted me like a devil. "As long as Dongyue gets pregnant with your child, I'll leave. No one will know about our relationship." No one would know that this was indeed a tempting offer.

My thoughts became chaotic, but when I remembered that my wife hadn't discussed this with me at all, a vengeful feeling spread through my mind.

I took off my robe, revealing my muscular lower body.

"Then let me have my fun first."

*** *** *** *** *** ***

The bright moonlight shone into the living room, bathing my mother-in-law and me.

I never thought of betraying my wife, but on this special night, I embarked on a path of no return.

My usually dignified mother-in-law was now kneeling beneath me, meticulously servicing my penis.

Compared to my wife, her technique was far more mature and profound. What my wife couldn't usually reach, she easily swallowed completely, which thrilled me immensely.

I grabbed her hair, gesturing for her to go deeper.

From my angle, I could see her face contorted slightly with my penis inside, and watching it thrust in and out of her delicate mouth filled me with a sense of conquest. I couldn't imagine how my wife would react if she saw this. This clandestine feeling was incredibly pleasurable.

My mother-in-law continued to vigorously move her head, her smooth shoulders peeking out from under her nightgown. To me, my mother-in-law was like a fine, aged wine, rich and delicious, and I was the connoisseur who appreciated its flavor.

Then, a wave of pleasure washed over me. I gasped, my waist tightened, and I ejaculated inside her mouth.

Perhaps not expecting me to ejaculate so much, my mother-in-law coughed a few times, spitting out my penis, then opened her mouth seductively.

Thick semen filled her mouth, then slowly dripped down her chin with gravity.

"Can you swallow it?" I teased.

Without hesitation, she swallowed it. Compared to my wife's disgusted reaction, my mother-in-law was truly something else.

I pushed her down onto the sofa and pulled her nightgown up to her waist.

Her well-maintained waist had no excess fat; this fifty-year-old woman truly surprised me.

I moved my face to her private parts.

Through her white panties, the outline of her labia was clearly visible. I moved the panties aside, revealing a thick, neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair. Looking at the place where my wife was born, I felt a little strange, but soon I began to caress her private parts with both hands and mouth, to repay her for her earlier service.

Perhaps because she hadn't been stimulated like this in a long time, my mother-in-law breathed heavily, her legs pressed tightly behind my head, as if urging me to press even closer.

I stuck out my tongue, licking that narrow crevice, and, welcoming the scent, I inserted my fingers into her vagina, exploring the world inside.

Warm, narrow—that was how I felt about my mother-in-law's private parts, which unexpectedly reminded me of what she had mentioned about family genetics.

I tried to insert my fingers a little deeper, hoping to find my mother-in-law's G-spot, but like my wife, I couldn't find her sensitive spot.

I was a little frustrated, wondering if it was because my technique wasn't good enough or for some other reason.

"Don't use your hands, use another place," my mother-in-law instructed, panting heavily. "Remember what I said? Use a special position." With that, my mother-in-law softly raised her waist, her buttocks slightly lifted, using the support of the sofa to move her secret place in front of me. This somewhat difficult and balance-testing movement almost made me think my mother-in-law was a gymnast.

"This is a bit like a punching machine position," my mother-in-law gasped, clearly having not done this position in a long time. "The man must insert vertically from above to stimulate the vaginal walls more deeply. If you're lucky, you might find the G-spot." I gasped. Did that mean I had to do something difficult?

"Will that hurt you?" I asked worriedly. "I'm not light." "No," my mother-in-law smiled. "The women in our family have strong backs. Come on." Encouraged by my mother-in-law, I gripped my hard penis, adjusted the angle, and slowly inserted it into my mother-in-law's private parts. "Ah!" My

mother-in-law let out a pleasurable cry, as if she had just received some sweet nectar.

I moved down little by little, and as my penis penetrated, her hidden honey hole slowly opened.

As someone who had given birth to two daughters, my mother-in-law's vagina wasn't as loose as I had imagined. On the contrary, as she said, it was hereditary; her vagina was very tight and narrow, making it difficult for me to reach deep inside.

Perhaps because it was my first time doing this, I was sweating profusely. To maintain this position, you need not only good leg strength but also balance and back strength. In that instant, I immediately admired my father-in-law.

I helped my mother-in-law bend over, then began to thrust vertically.

She started panting, her head bobbing; she seemed to be feeling something.

From this angle, I felt like an eagle soaring in the sky, looking down at her beautiful body. Using my waist and the sofa for support, I slowly rocked her lower body. This way of penetrating allowed me to see my penis opening and closing through her vagina, her smooth buttocks swaying with each thrust, and her dazed expression as I moved—all of this greatly stimulated my senses.

As I became more familiar with the position, I increased the force, penetrating deeper.

I looked at my mother-in-law; her eyes were closed, sweat beaded on her forehead, and her long, flowing hair, loosened from her bun, partially obscured her face. With each thrust, her mouth opened rhythmically, filled with indescribable sensuality.

Suddenly, during the thrusting, my penis touched something.

A slightly raised object.

In an instant, I realized that every time I inserted at approximately an 80-degree angle, the head of my penis seemed to touch that object.

I immediately became excited; wasn't that my mother-in-law's G-spot?

Like discovering a new continent, I thrust deeply into that angle with all my might.

Instantly, the head of my penis brushed against that object.

My mother-in-law's face immediately turned strange, like a girl on drugs.

I punished her by thrusting my lower body, striking that bulge again. At this moment, my mother-in-law had lost her usual restrained demeanor; her eyes rolled strangely, a low sound came from her throat, and her whole body seemed to convulse and tremble. Then, I felt a tightness in my lower body, and after a warm liquid rushed over my lower body, my mother-in-law seemed to collapse onto the sofa, motionless.

"Are you alright?" I stopped thrusting in shock.

Crystalline tears streamed from the corners of my mother-in-law's eyes, and she looked at me with satisfaction.

"I'm fine," she breathed, then looked at the penis still inserted in her private parts. "I'm sorry, I'm exhausted, what am I going to do?" My mother-in-law's words made me realize my penis was still rock hard, my intense desire not yet fully released.

"Never mind," I said, pulling out of my body as I looked at my exhausted mother-in-law. "I'll take care of it myself." "No," my mother-in-law said, seemingly understanding, "I can help you with my hands or my mouth." I was grateful for her kindness and was about to refuse when I saw her ample breasts under her pajamas.

I had the idea of masturbating her; that wouldn't require her to do anything.

I reached out and lifted her pajamas, revealing her full breasts without a bra.

Although not as firm as my wife's, they were full of mature charm and feel.

When I moved my lower body to her chest, my mother-in-law finally understood my intention. She cupped her breasts in her hands, creating a cleavage, ready to meet my movements.

I grasped my penis and slowly moved it between her breasts, then began to thrust in and out with an indescribable, pleasurable pressure.

For a moment, my penis was thrusting rhythmically between my mother-in-law's breasts, her papaya-like breasts swaying.

Compared to oral sex and vaginal penetration, breast sex offered a different kind of pleasure, one that my wife couldn't currently provide.

I thrust vigorously, my penis sliding back and forth between my mother-in-law's breasts, occasionally inserting it into her mouth, then returning to her cleavage after a few thrusts. This action stimulated me greatly, allowing me to experience the wonder of sex even more.

This continued for a while, and I felt myself approaching climax.

"Oh," I quickened my pace, and my mother-in-law seemed to understand, pressing her cleavage tighter. Then, in a surge of intense pleasure, I ejaculated a large amount of semen.

Like fireworks, the white liquid covered my mother-in-law's breasts and neck, while some of the semen splashed onto her mouth and face.

"Lick it,"

I said breathlessly, bringing my penis to my mother-in-law's face so she could clean off the remaining semen.

My mother-in-law sucked on my penis without hesitation, as if enjoying the taste.

I took a tissue and wiped the "battlefield" off my mother-in-law's face.

My mother-in-law helped me put my robe back on, and I straightened her nightgown.

Then, we acted as if nothing had happened—my mother-in-law went back to the bedroom, and I made up the sofa bed.

I lay on the bed, a feeling of guilt towards my wife weighing on my heart.

The moon was setting, and as exhaustion slowly built up, I closed my eyes and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

[The End]

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