I became my daughter's substitute.

(Female, 41 years old) My husband works out of town for extended periods. My daughter, 23, married my son-in-law, who is quite handsome and owns a car and a house. I don't like him, but my daughter is head over heels for him, so I had to agree to their marriage.
After they got married, they were inseparable. Since my husband was away, I moved in with my daughter to help

them cooking and cleaning, which was also a way of helping her. They were very noisy when they made love at night; I heard it several times. My daughter and son-in-law didn't seem to care much about me.
Not long after, my daughter was transferred to work in another city, leaving just my son-in-law and me at home. To be honest, it's sometimes inconvenient for a man and woman to be alone together. Sometimes my son-in-law would run around in his underwear, making me blush.

Sometimes I would come out of the shower wearing only light clothing, and my son-in-law would stare at my large breasts. This awkward situation continued for a while. One night, I went to my son-in-law's room to talk to him. His door wasn't locked, and without thinking much, I pushed it open. What he did next made me incredibly ashamed. He was masturbating, and a glob of white semen spurted from his dark penis. I turned and ran away.

My daughter had only been gone for a little over two months when my son-in-law confessed his feelings to me, saying he thought about me every day and fantasized about me every night! Hearing this, I was deeply moved! He said he had been thinking about me constantly since the first time he saw me! He often masturbated while thinking about me. My husband wasn't around either. After seeing my son-in-law's large penis, I couldn't calm down. His young, naked body kept flashing through my mind, and sometimes I even got wet. But

thinking of my daughter, I had to suppress my physical urges. But then I thought, it's so rare to have a young man in my life, and I really didn't want to let him go. I hadn't had sex in many years, and I really wanted it. I really want to test just how good he is, making my daughter scream every day. But doing so feels like betraying her. Privately, I think, well, only my son-in-law and I know.

My son-in-law has a particularly large penis; I used to completely ignore him, but after seeing him masturbate, I've been paying close attention to him. Actually, I'm not bad-looking, a little sexy. I look a lot like my daughter, quite pretty, even a beauty, I guess. I
have E-cup breasts, and my pubic hair is dark, but not much. I'm very conservative. My daughter lives in another city and asked me to keep an eye on her husband. If he and my son-in-law get involved, wouldn't that be betraying my daughter and morally degrading?

For so many years, my husband hasn't been around, and now a man with ulterior motives is appearing in my life; it's hard to resist. It's a real contradiction; I really want him, but I'm held back by this relationship. Right, I said before that I don't dislike him? So why am I so infatuated? It's mainly because my son-in-law's flirting techniques are endless, making me restless.

While I was still hesitating and undecided, my son-in-law sneaked into my room last night. Without a word, he grabbed me and kissed me, squeezing my large breasts hard, instantly arousing my desire. Then, like two dry tinderboxes meeting a raging fire, our two white bodies intertwined. My son-in-law's large penis plunged into my vagina with a "plop." It felt like a timely rain after a long summer drought—the pleasure was indescribable.

My son-in-law was so attentive, hitting my every craving perfectly. I felt like I was strangling him, my white, lotus-like arms tightly wrapped around his neck, afraid he would run away. His thrusts felt like they were hitting my vitals, and I quickly reached orgasm, letting out a long, satisfied moan as my body collapsed onto the bed. I was with my son-in-law, but I was so happy; I hadn't felt this way in so long. His penis was so big, and it felt so good inside me.

Since that night, my son-in-law and I have been living a clandestine, non-marital life. He particularly enjoys looking at my naked body, saying that mature women have full, shapely figures that are very attractive, and that my daughter's figure lacks that kind of voluptuous charm. I don't know if he's flattering me or what, but I was very happy to hear it. After a while of this, my complexion was incredibly good; it wasn't just a matter of being in high spirits, but probably also

due to the lubrication from my son-in-law's youthful semen.
During sex, my son-in-law always liked to sneakily remove the condom. Of course, wearing a condom isn't as comfortable as not wearing one, and soon after, I felt nauseous and had a poor appetite. I secretly went to the hospital for a checkup and found out I was pregnant. My son-in-law had gotten me pregnant. When I told him about the pregnancy, he was overjoyed, like he'd found a gold nugget

. I said, "What am I going to do?" The child didn't have a proper birth certificate. My son-in-law thought for a while and said, "This matter will have to be handled by my father-in-law. I'll buy the plane ticket and send you abroad to visit him. Then the child will have a legal status , right?" My son-in-law is really wicked, cheating on his father-in-law and making him clean up his mess. Surprisingly, this is the only effective method.

I explained the purpose of visiting her father to my daughter, and she agreed. Two weeks later, I saw my long-lost husband. The inevitable sweet talk and passionate lovemaking in bed were a must. The next day, a black woman came to my husband's place. She and my husband were very affectionate, and she could even speak a few words of Chinese. Later, my husband's brother kept joking with me, saying I was the first wife. I was furious! Did he have a mistress? My husband really did have

a mistress—that black woman. Actually, it was unavoidable. Working in Africa meant staying for years, and the men were lonely and unable to satisfy their sexual needs. Many found a mistress there; some without wives even married black men. After living with my husband for a while, I made an excuse that no one would look after the house and prepared to return home. My husband saw me off at the airport, and I told him I knew he had a mistress. I said I didn't blame him,

but actually, I felt guilty and ashamed. Wasn't I also lonely and unable to resist having sex?
When I got home, my son-in-law hugged me like a queen, and I felt very sweet. I told him about my experiences in Africa, including how his father-in-law had a mistress. My son-in-law generously and sincerely said, "Then I'll take care of my mother-in-law for him?" Then he grinned mischievously. My trip to Africa finally gave my unborn child a legitimate status. A

few months later, my belly started to swell, and my daughter returned home, having completed her mission. Seeing the joy my husband and I felt upon their reunion made me a little jealous. When my daughter saw how big my belly was, she said, "You got pregnant after just one visit with me?" I smiled awkwardly. After that, my daughter and her husband returned to their peaceful life. I focused on my pregnancy and waited for the baby's birth. A few months later, my daughter and son-in-law went to the hospital because

my daughter belly wasn't showing any signs of pregnancy, and they were getting anxious. The examination revealed the truth: both of my daughter's fallopian tubes were blocked, making it impossible for her to conceive. I was secretly delighted. I had done them a huge favor! Otherwise, my son-in-law might have dumped my daughter because of infertility, which would have been terrible. Now, he wouldn't dare mention divorce even if he had eight lives. With my belly holding the fort, how could my daughter possibly thank me?

A few months later, my baby was born—a healthy eight-pound boy! The whole family was overjoyed. My daughter was happy to have a little brother, and my son-in-law was happy to have a son. The baby became the family's darling. This postpartum period was truly blissful; my daughter was so caring, and my son-in-law was so attentive—I practically had to pamper him!
My joy was short-lived, as devastating news arrived from Africa: my husband had been shot and killed in the conflict

there. The whole family was heartbroken and boarded a plane to attend his funeral. The embassy and the affected country handled the aftermath, and our family returned home with my husband's body. Then came a dignified funeral. After everything was settled, I fell ill from exhaustion. Thankfully, I'm physically strong and recovered quickly. My chubby son was incredibly endearing at that time, a welcome balm for my grief.

Once things settled down, my son-in-law started flirting with me again. Although my daughter was with him, and he wasn't lacking in sexual desire, after experiencing the pleasures of a mature woman like me, compared to the reserved and monotonous sex life with my younger daughter, he found me more appealing and wanted to continue his past fantasies. We kissed and made love passionately without any inhibitions. Just as we were lost in our own world, our daughter ran home for some reason. She opened the door and stumbled upon our intimate moment.

She covered her face and ran back to her room. My son-in-law and I had no choice but to end the scene, which left us quite disinterested.
My daughter refused to eat dinner, so my son-in-law and I had no choice but to bring our chubby son over and apologize to her. No matter how we apologized, she wouldn't forgive us. So, I hardened my heart and told her that this chubby boy was also my son-in-law's son. I said , "It means your family

has an heir now. It's thanks to your mother that you've helped us." My daughter was shocked to hear that my child was my son-in-law's son. I said, "While the child is still young and doesn't understand, let's change our ways now." I pointed to my daughter and said, "You are his mother, and I am his maternal grandmother." I pointed to my son-in-law and said, "You are his father." I said, "When the child no longer needs breast milk, he will be raised entirely by you. How does this plan sound?" My daughter, who loves children, was naturally happy. This was much better than adopting a stray child; after all, he was our bloodline. From then on, my daughter never mentioned my son-in-law and my

affair again, and she turned a blind eye to our intimacy. My daughter is quite filial.
(The End)

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