My Awkward Diary of Being Alone with My Daughter-in-Law (Part Two)

Our house has a large open balcony, but we added a glass door in the middle to avoid any awkwardness. This creates separate small spaces for them and my room. My daughter-in-law likes to keep the curtains drawn on their balcony, so their room is usually quite dark.

Tonight, because I came up early without turning on the lights, my daughter-in-law probably thought I was already asleep, so she turned them on. I was thinking of going back to sleep, and I glanced at the glass door without thinking, which seemed fine.

But then, the glass door didn't seem to be closed properly, and a bright light shone through. I instinctively looked over and saw someone lying quietly on the floor, which looked like my daughter-in-law. I could have just gone into the room, but I didn't understand what she was doing and worried she might be uncomfortable, so I went closer to take a closer look.

It turned out that Wenwen was lying on a yoga mat doing yoga poses. Her head was facing the door, and her feet were facing the balcony. From my angle, I could only see her lower abdomen and legs, not her chest or anything above. Wenwen's calves were exceptionally slender, but her lower body was very long; overall, she was the epitome of a long-legged, large-breasted beauty.

The lighting in their room wasn't very bright, but it was enough to see the scene clearly. I knew my son's room layout well; it was quite large, probably over thirty square meters. Their bed was placed in the middle against the wall, and there wasn't much near the balcony, so Wenwen used it as her yoga practice area.

I saw her wearing a tight-fitting, pure black yoga outfit, lying flat on the floor. There seemed to be some soft music playing, and then she slowly raised her leg. I don't know if it was my eyes playing tricks on me, but I felt something was off about her yoga outfit. It wasn't until one of her legs finally straightened up that I finally realized the problem.

My daughter-in-law's yoga outfit seemed incredibly tight, constricting her long legs. And when she finally straightened up, her pants stretched even tighter, and from my angle, I could see right between her flat leg and her raised leg—that was where her vulva was located.

After her pants tightened, they were pressed tightly against her vulva. I could only see two plump, tender mounds of flesh bulging between her legs, and there wasn't a trace of underwear inside. This proved that Wenwen wasn't wearing underwear at the moment, but rather just yoga pants while practicing yoga.

The next moment, my daughter-in-law raised her other leg, her legs together, presumably doing yoga to the music. I should have walked away immediately, but facing this, she couldn't see the glass door, so she certainly didn't know the door wasn't closed properly. Even if I looked through this gap now, my daughter-in-law wouldn't know.

Most importantly, after both her legs were raised, they were tightly pressed together, without the slightest gap, and the cleft between her thighs was even tighter, the two fleshy folds forming an oval mound of flesh, squeezed tightly out of her pants.

That was the perfect shape of her vulva created by the pants. In my decades of life, I've been with many different women and seen many, many vulvas, but I've never seen such a perfect vulva shape between Wenwen's legs before.

I took a deep breath, suppressing the intense sexual urge in my lower abdomen. My lower body instinctively rose to the challenge, but as a father-in-law, I used my willpower to suppress my lustful thoughts. I slowly backed away, preparing to return to my room.

At that moment, Wenwen changed her position in the room. She was still lying down, but now she hugged her knees with both hands. I saw two white arms tightly holding her calves. She was lying on her back with her knees bent, her legs overlapping. Because of the force, her already tight yoga clothes were stretched even tighter, and the fabric seemed to become transparent, revealing a more rounded vulva through the tight legs of her yoga clothes.

This position caused her body to curl up completely, but her rounded buttocks were raised high, and between her tightly pressed thighs, a tight slit was created by her yoga pants, clearly showing her labia being separated. The pure black pants wrapped her entire lower body so tightly that it was as if she wasn't wearing any pants at all. My penis involuntarily hardened, and for a moment, I wanted to rush in, lift my huge penis, and thrust it hard between those two round, tight labia.

Of course, I was absolutely not that beastly, but the thrill of this voyeurism was something I had never experienced before. Secretly watching my daughter-in-law practice yoga alone, and appreciating her graceful figure besides my son, the satisfaction was different from the feeling of sleeping with a woman.

Thinking that she and her son had just returned from their honeymoon, I figured they'd been having sex every day, probably multiple times a day. I imagined my son's young, strong penis repeatedly penetrating my daughter-in-law's delicate vagina, and how her labia beneath the taut fabric had probably been bitten hard by his teeth. My penis felt hard and hot. Just then, Wenwen lowered her legs, then straightened up. She was probably going to change positions, but I was startled because once she sat up, I could see her face. This meant she might also be looking at me outside the door.

Of course, I was being a little paranoid. In a brightly lit room, outside was pitch black. People usually only see the reflection of the room's light, not the outside. I instinctively leaned back, but afraid of being discovered by Wenwen, I didn't dare move too much, only cautiously shifting backward.

My daughter-in-law's hair was tied up, and her face was flushed. It was only then that I noticed she was wearing a low-cut tank top. Because the tank top was very tight, her two large, soft breasts were bulging heavily. And it was only now that I realized how big my daughter-in-law's breasts were. Most people's cleavage is a figure-eight shape, but my daughter-in-law's breasts were full and perky. The two breasts were squeezed together, and there was no gap at all. It was just a line of flesh. This proved that my daughter-in-law's breasts were very well-endowed.

Before I could even react, my daughter-in-law bent over, gripping her feet tightly with both hands, and began to bend forward. Because we were at home, her movements were quite exaggerated; her low-cut vest couldn't conceal her ample bosom. Two large breasts were exposed from the front and sides, forming two huge semi-circles. It seemed Wenwen wasn't wearing a bra; her fair, tender breasts swayed naturally. With her movements, her body pressed heavily against her thighs, demonstrating her remarkable flexibility.

Perhaps she used too much force, because I saw her left breast being squeezed so hard that a sliver of pink areola was squeezed out from the top edge of her vest. My breath hitched; perhaps feeling guilty, my heart raced, and I tensed up. At that moment, Wenwen subconsciously glanced up at the door. I met her gaze directly from outside the door, seeing her clear, bright eyes. However, she seemed completely oblivious to the person outside, lowering her head and resuming her training.

I gritted my teeth and ran back to my room. I couldn't go on any longer; my heart was pounding, and my penis was throbbing painfully. I quietly returned to my room, but I accidentally bumped the door as I entered, making a tiny sound. Although it was very quiet, I was sure Wenwen heard it. Terrified, I quickly lay down on the bed and pretended to be asleep. However, the throbbing pain in my penis kept me tossing and turning for over an hour before I finally fell asleep. Of course, Wenwen's room light wasn't turned off until an hour later; I guess she had been exercising until then.

After this incident, I became extremely cautious when I was alone with Wenwen at home. After all, I couldn't let Wenwen think that I had deliberately spied on her last time. That would be too unethical of me, and more importantly, it would damage her and Qianjin's happy marriage.

But in the days that followed, I repeatedly recalled the scene I saw that night: my daughter-in-law's two long, slender legs, pink areolas, two large, full breasts, and the bulging outline of her vulva in the middle of her black yoga dress. Sometimes, I would even have involuntary fantasies about her making love with my son.

I know this is just a temporary male urge, and I have to overcome it. Luckily, I still have my secret weapon: my classic videos and tools. They can accompany me through long, long days without a woman.

Of course, I only use them when I'm alone at home. This happens quite often. Every weekend, Aqing is off work, and my daughter-in-law goes out to visit her best friend. Since marrying my son, they've decided to have a child first, so my daughter-in-law isn't working.

Weekends like this are my most free time. If there's not much work at the shop, I'll stay home and give myself some time to relax.

This weekend was a good one. My daughter-in-law went out as usual, and it was my son's shift. Aqing was off work too. Thinking about the images of my daughter-in-law practicing yoga that I'd seen before, my penis involuntarily hardened again.

After thinking for a moment, I made some phone calls to arrange business at the shop, and then stayed home. I quietly closed the door and went back to my room, intending to do some light exercise. However, once inside, something inexplicably influenced me, and I found myself unconsciously walking back to the balcony. Since it was daytime, the balcony door was open, and I could clearly see into my son's room.

Their rooms were connected, so I could also see directly into their room. I had only intended to take a peek, but somehow, I ended up going in.

My son's room was about the same size as mine, but theirs felt noticeably younger and more vibrant. A large wedding photo hung above the bed, showing my son and daughter-in-law smiling happily. Their bed was large, about three meters wide, enough for three or four people.

Several pieces of women's clothing were scattered on the bed, clearly clothes my daughter-in-law had just changed into that morning. She hadn't tidied up before leaving. My heart started pounding unconsciously. I instinctively walked to their bedside and gently picked up a short-sleeved shirt—Wenwen's from last night—and a pair of shorts next to it, probably her pajamas.

Then, under the pajamas, I saw a pair of white underwear. My heart raced even faster. I gently picked it up. The underwear was pure cotton and very small, not quite a thong, but not much better. I guess young people these days don't like panty lines, so this kind of underwear is popular. I unconsciously ran my fingers over the crotch area; it felt slightly damp. I wondered if it was my daughter-in-law's urine or something else…

Remembering how this little pair of underwear had tightly wrapped around my daughter-in-law's tight, full vulva just hours ago, my penis hardened. I held the underwear to my nose with my left hand, smelling a faint, slightly pungent odor. I slipped my hand inside my pants and started masturbating with my right. I fantasize about my daughter-in-law lying naked on the bed having sex with my son. Of course, I don't fantasize about myself, because even in that situation, I still maintain my principles.

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