My affair with my mother-in-law -

It was another sleepless night. I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Just as I was about to drift off, I heard the door open. I looked up at the window and saw a faint light through the curtains. I knew it was dawn; my mother-in-law was gone.

I didn't chase after her; I knew it would be pointless. Perhaps this would just become a fleeting memory. Let her go, and return to my own life.

I slept until eleven, feeling much better. I got up and saw that my mother-in-law's room was spotless. She was indeed gone. Reluctantly, I went downstairs and drove to the company. As I entered, my clueless secretary said that Director Hu from the finance department had called, probably about the first quarter's bonus distribution.

I said, "How did you cover for me?"

"I didn't dare lie to Director Hu. I told the truth: you were at home taking care of your mother-in-law." She stared at me with wide eyes.

If it weren't for the fact that everyone around me was a colleague, I would have killed her. I glared at her, wide-eyed. "You're really that honest?" She pouted. "Just kidding. No, I said you were out talking to a client this morning. You'll be here later." My anger subsided slightly. She grinned foolishly. "Look at you, you're such a hothead. I wouldn't dare offend you now. If I make another mistake, I'll be sent to Siberia." I really couldn't do anything with this idiot. I went into the office, and she followed me in, closing the door behind her. "How did it go?" I smiled wryly. "Honey, get me a cup of tea, order takeout for me when I eat, and you can go out if you have nothing else to do." "I was just asking!" she said, looking aggrieved.

I thought for a moment and decided to call Jiang Yuqiu.

Jiang Yuqiu chuckled as she answered, "What's wrong? Why didn't you call me personally? Just send someone to tell me." I quickly put on a smile and said, "Sister Jiang, are you criticizing me?" "Hehe, I wouldn't criticize you, I'm just giving you a suggestion. What's wrong? Is there a problem with the project?" I said, "The problem with the project definitely isn't something I called you about, it's not about the project itself, it's a personal matter, a troublesome matter." She seemed to have other things on her hands; I heard the rustling sound of her flipping through papers.

"What troublesome matter? Tell me."

I told her about Zhang Guangtao's situation. I also told her my thoughts and asked if she could find someone reliable.

She hesitated for a moment and said, "This is really something, I'll give it a try. But I'm not sure, I'll ask around first." "Tell me how much it costs." She smiled and said, "I won't spend my own money on this person. I'll arrange it, but I still need to show my appreciation." I quickly thanked her.

She said, "Thank me. The best way is for you to come to our company. It's no worse than yours." I knew this was another trap, so I quickly said, "If I go now, Lao Jia will kill me." "If he knew I was poaching you, he wouldn't kill you at all. He'd just promote you to vice president. Wouldn't that count as me helping you again?" I smiled wryly, "Sister Jiang, I can't use your invitation to blackmail President Jia. That's too unethical." She said, "So, you still have a conscience, which is why I want to poach you even more. Okay, I won't talk on the phone anymore. I'll arrange a meeting with the prosecutors in a couple of days, and we'll talk then. I have things to do right now." I could only thank her again.

"Alright," Jiang Yuqiu agreed, and things might be easier. After all, she's a very influential person.

If this matter can be handled well, even if my mother-in-law is angry about this, she won't say that I blackmailed her because I could help her family. Okay, at worst, I'll just agree to work for Jiang Yuqiu and drift from city to city.

But to be honest, my heart was still with my mother-in-law. I really wanted to call Wu Jinmei to ask if Mom had arrived yet, but I didn't have the courage. I figured even if she went to my older sister's house, she probably hadn't told her anything, otherwise, my older sister would definitely call and berate me. Okay, I could only try calling my mother-in-law, but her phone was off.

I figured if she still didn't answer when I called that night, I'd have to ask Wu Jinmei.

So I was restless all afternoon. In the afternoon, I met with the finance manager, Hu Renyu, mainly to discuss the marketing department's first-quarter bonus plan. Zhu Ying must have taken care of most of the related matters before leaving, just some procedural stuff. We chatted, and he suggested we have dinner together that night. I actually wanted to relax, but somehow I said, "I feel a little unwell, maybe I haven't been resting well lately." He said, "Never mind then. I was planning to take you to a new karaoke bar, it's really comfortable there." I laughed and said, "I can't hold my liquor, I'm too scared to go in, I'd really die there." He agreed, saying, "Then go home and rest early. But you owe me today, so you'll have to treat me later."

I told Qian Jiaqi I wasn't feeling well and was going home first. She asked if I wanted her to give me a ride, but I waved her off. I drove home myself.

It's so convenient driving outside of rush hour; I got home before four o'clock. I plopped down on the sofa as soon as I got home, and it took me a while to recover. I made myself a cup of tea, sat down again, and it seemed like last night's events were resurfacing in my mind. I drifted off to sleep. I had a dream where Shang Tao and I went to find my mother-in-law. I don't know what Shang Tao had to do with this, but later we found her and her older sister in a small flower bed. But the ones who came out were clearly Han Yue and Jiang Yuqiu. I wondered how they all ended up together. I hurriedly sat up and took a sip of tea. Only then did I calm down. I couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Sitting here wasn't a solution. I was home, but what was the point? I grabbed the phone and dialed my mother-in-law's number, but I still couldn't get through. What was she doing? "Have you arrived at my sister's house yet? Should I ask?" I felt helpless. I thought I'd get something to eat first, and if she still didn't answer when I called again that night, I'd call my sister; I couldn't just abandon her.

So I went to the refrigerator. There was only a portion of salted sauce and a few eggs left by my mother-in-law. I saw some steamed buns and thought I'd make do with that, so I started to heat up the food. Just then, I heard a strange noise .

I thought it was coming from the door.

I listened carefully, and sure enough, it was.

It was the sound of a key turning in the lock.

Who? Who is it?

I froze. My eyes were fixed on the door, my heart pounding even harder as it opened. Believe me, it felt like a slow-motion movie, playing frame by frame, not continuous at all; my heart was practically leaping out of my throat.

First, I saw a bunch of celery and some onions and garlic-like things. Then I saw a woman's handbag, and I immediately recognized it as my mother-in-law's. Of course, my mother-in-law appeared next. She carried a travel bag in her other hand; that was her luggage.

I immediately realized she hadn't gone to her older sister's; she was back.

"Mom, you're back."

She was clearly startled, her face flushed—I couldn't tell if it was from exhaustion or shyness. "Ah, you're home!" "Where have you been?" I asked urgently.

She changed her shoes without speaking.

"I called you, but your phone was off." I went over and took the things from her hands. "

It ran out of battery," she said softly. "It ran out of battery last night."

I didn't know if her return meant she accepted me, but at least she wasn't angry with me. I was truly overjoyed. I couldn't help but pull her to sit on the sofa, saying, "Mom, it's so good to see you back." I quickly poured her a glass of water.

"Where have you been all day?"

She took a sip of water and said without looking up, "I have nowhere to go." I was surprised. She said quietly, "I wanted to go to your older sister's, but on the way there I really didn't know what to say, so I came back. I spent the whole day in the mall, and then sat in the park for a while in the afternoon. My training course doesn't start until the day after tomorrow, so I came back." I chuckled, almost clapping my hands like a child. "Mom, I almost called my older sister, but I didn't know what to say to her. I called you but you didn't answer. I thought if I couldn't get through tonight, I'd have to call her to ask if you'd arrived." She looked at my excitement but remained calm. "I didn't want to upset her." She looked at the pickled vegetables on the table and said, "Are you just going to eat this tonight?" I chuckled, "Just something to make do." She stood up and said, "I'm going to change my clothes. Luckily I bought some groceries; I knew you wouldn't eat properly." I thought to myself, thank goodness I didn't agree to Hu Renyu's offer, otherwise I would have been very disappointed.

When she came out after changing into her pajamas, she said, "Maybe I should take a shower first. I worked up a sweat sitting in the park today." Seeing that she was still wearing the same white crew-neck shirt she wore last night, I quickly said, "We're not in a rush now that you're back. You take a shower, I'll pick the vegetables." She looked at me, pouted, but had a long-lost smile on her face.

I felt so relaxed, just like when I received my college acceptance letter. I diligently picked the celery. My mother-in-law had also bought cooked beef, which I successfully plated. Just as I was busy, my mother-in-law came out.

Her wet hair was draped over her shoulders, and her white pajamas were soaked with water droplets from her hair. I noticed her bra straps again, but today they seemed to be black. She was wearing floral long pajama pants, looking relaxed, like the mistress of the house. Seeing me busy, she said, "Why are you so diligent today? Don't move, just put it there, I'll cook it." She carried the side dishes into the kitchen and followed me in, saying, "Mom, let me help you."

She chuckled, "What's wrong with you today? You've suddenly become so keen on doing housework." I stood behind her and chuckled too, "I'm afraid you'll run away again." She smoothed her wet hair and said, "Didn't I tell you? I have nowhere to run." "Then stay here, stay here forever." "My training class starts in a couple of days, so I'll move to a hotel. You go to work these next few days—don't overthink it." She didn't look at me, continuing to wash the vegetables.

I didn't want to experience the thrill of gaining and then losing her, so I rushed forward and hugged her waist from behind, saying, "You're not going anywhere, stay right here." Her body was clearly startled by my sudden action, but she didn't turn around or struggle, only saying, "What are you doing here? Letting you overthink? Letting you do something naughty?" I immediately sensed the ambiguity in her words; I understood, she wasn't refusing anymore. I don't know why, and I don't want to know now. All I think about is this opportunity; if I don't seize it now, it might be gone in the next moment. I hugged her tighter, and my hand reached up to grasp her breast. She let out a soft moan, her body trembling, and she said shakily, "What are you doing? Don't do this, Xiaobin." I didn't speak, my hand kneading her breast. They were so soft, like two well-kneaded dough balls. My head rested on her neck, and I just kneaded them wantonly, and she didn't struggle. Gradually, I felt her nipples harden in my hand. Her breathing became heavy.

I simply pulled up her round-neck shirt, and she obediently let my hand slip inside. My hand followed her smooth skin to her bra, then bravely slipped inside. I touched her nipples, real nipples, both so erect. I pinched and rubbed them.

I heard a muffled sound coming from her throat. Ah! My mother-in-law was aroused, so I worked even harder. She whispered, "Hey, take it off." I hurriedly unhooked her bra, and to be honest, I was so excited that it took me ages. My little brother was clearly displeased with my clumsiness.

Only then did I realize that my little brother was also hard, so while I was taking off her blouse and bra, I gently rubbed my little brother against her buttocks. Ah, what a sensual scene!

My mother-in-law is about 165 cm tall, and I'm 180 cm. Following her shoulders, I could see her fair breasts, and my little brother was also invading her plump buttocks. Her breathing became heavier, and she tilted her head back, wanting to lean on me.

"Mom, can you turn around?"

She actually crossed her arms and covered her breasts, whispering, "No, it's not pretty. Don't look." My mother-in-law was so cute saying that at that moment.

I quickly coaxed her, saying, "Mom, you're so beautiful, you're the most beautiful." I held her shoulders and turned her around. She still covered her chest, her face still flushed with shyness.

I saw her white breasts, so very white. With the force of her hands, a deep cleavage had formed between her breasts. She was indeed middle-aged; her waist wasn't as slender as a young girl's, but you could still tell she hadn't been exposed to much sun and wind; her skin was still very delicate. I held her waist, squatted down, and kissed her waist, kissing the excess flesh on her waist.

She tried to dodge, "It tickles, it tickles!"

I ignored her and continued kissing her. She stopped talking, as if closing her eyes, letting me fool around. I suddenly realized her hand was on my head, and her legs involuntarily spread apart. I knew she had surrendered.

My kisses continued upwards. Yes, I saw her breasts. How to describe her breasts? Two distinctive features. First, they were large, which I had noticed long ago, and noticeably sagging. I don't know their exact size, but I believe they were significantly larger than Han Yue's. Because of the sagging, they resembled two pears hanging from her chest—a term that might describe "hanging breasts." The second feature was their pale areolas and small nipples. Her areolas were even paler than Zhu Ying's, a light pinkish-red, and her nipples were dark, but not very noticeable due to their small size. However, perhaps because of their large size and sagging, I also noticed some wrinkles on her breasts.

This was my mother-in-law's breast! These large, not particularly beautiful breasts were presented before me, and I stared at them calmly for over ten seconds. My mother-in-law must have been surprised, but just as she was about to ask a question, I suddenly threw myself into her arms.

She only let out a soft "ooh," without uttering a word.

I kissed her areolas, sucked on her nipples, smacked and nibbled at them. I kissed every inch of her breasts a thousand times. For a fleeting moment, I even felt like I was kissing my own mother's breasts. I became even more frenzied, as if I could hear my mother-in-law's moans echoing in my ears, but I was lost in my own world. It wasn't

until I could barely breathe from her breasts that I straightened up.

My mother-in-law looked at me, panting heavily, her hands on the counter behind her. After a long while, she said, "What are you doing?

Gnawing like that. It hurts."

I chuckled.

She laughed too.

"It's delicious," I said foolishly.

"Go eat your wife's if you're so hungry!" she blurted out. I don't know why.

I said, "If I can't eat my wife's, I'll eat Mom's."

Her eyes suddenly deepened: "Mom will give you some. Don't rush." It was like a mother's gentle murmur to a child.

I held her naked body in my arms. "I miss you, Mom!" I thought she would understand what I meant. Her eyes were burning with desire but hesitant, and she didn't say another word.

I knew she couldn't possibly agree. I hugged her from behind, my hand slipping inside her pajama bottoms until it reached the edge of her underwear.

"Do you really want this?" she asked, pressing my hand down.

"I want you, Mom!"

Her head leaned against me, and her hands gradually loosened. My hand slid inside. Ah, a handful of thick hair! I'd experienced Zhu Ying's completely hairless, tender vulva, and I'd felt Xi Wanzhu's meticulously trimmed, seemingly artistic vulva, but I'd never experienced the vulva of a hairy middle-aged woman. My blood seemed to be flowing only to two places: my engorged brain and my engorged penis. My

hand gently probed downwards, and I could touch that fleshy slit. I must say, the feel was truly wonderful. My mother-in-law didn't look fat, but she had quite a bit of flesh on her body, and her labia were thick. Very comfortable to touch. Of course, her clitoris seemed to be already excitedly engorged and erect. I lightly flicked it a couple of times, and she let out a low, murmured moan. I turned to look at her face; it was flushed, and her eyes were tightly closed.

So, I mischievously continued to flick her clitoris, her waist twisting in my arms, her legs involuntarily wriggling. My other hand kneaded her breasts; she was completely intoxicated.

The exploration had to continue, of course. My hand moved downwards, as if entering a cave hidden year-round in the rainforest, glistening with moisture—a symbol of any woman's arousal. Under my teasing, my mother-in-law's juices had overflowed. But I couldn't actually penetrate her vagina, because my position was from above, making it impossible to reach in, and her legs were tightly closed.

I helped my mother-in-law lean against the countertop; she remained silent, her eyes tightly shut. I knelt down and pulled down her pajama bottoms. She whimpered, "Don't do this, Xiaobin, don't do this." Of course, I couldn't listen to her, especially since her attitude wasn't firm. With a little force, I pulled down her pajama bottoms, revealing gray underwear. Now, of course, I had no time to appreciate that; I pulled the underwear down in one go. She tried to cover herself, but I blocked her way.

Now I could truly see my mother-in-law's vulva. It was indeed hairy, shiny, and somewhat disheveled, but so incredibly sexy. I could vaguely see her slit, and I could also see that her labia were a bit long, drooping down. It was so stimulating! I admit I'm indeed fascinated by mature women in their forties and fifties, but in reality, I've only ever been in contact with Zhu Ying and Sister Xi, who are both in their early forties. This was the first time I'd ever seen a woman in her fifties, let alone my mother-in-law. My fingers gently probed into her vulva. Yes, from below, it wasn't easy to see the entrance, but my fingertips quickly found it. I didn't penetrate, but simply gently rubbed her vulva.

Under my fingertips, her labia rose and fell, and I heard her moan softly again, a sign of passion. Her juices seeped into my hand, making it even more lubricated as I rubbed. She was being rubbed like that, and my fingers, seemingly lubricated by her, naturally slipped into that sacred cave. At that moment, she trembled as if electrocuted. My index finger, fearless as ever, explored deftly, leaving its mark within the folds of her vaginal cavity.

My mother-in-law could barely stand; her legs buckled. She relied entirely on the table for balance, her elbows braced against it, presenting her body at a greater angle. I could now clearly see her vulva—a purplish-black labia, swollen and glistening with arousal, everted. I could also see the pinkish flesh beneath, glistening with moisture, like pink lotus blossoms in a pond in August. So alluring. I apologize

, but in this lewd scene, I couldn't resist. I gently pressed my face against hers, my tongue precisely landing on her clitoris. Her clitoris was swollen and red like a ripe cherry. It felt very elastic in my mouth. I gently teased it with my tongue, and she finally uttered two words: "Xiaobin—" Her vagina had almost no body odor because she had just showered, only a faint scent of shower gel. Actually, it was a pity; I really wanted to ask what it smelled like. No matter, there should be other opportunities. My tongue slipped into her vaginal opening, teasing her labia. Her vaginal fluids flowed like a dam breaking, onto my lips and into my mouth.

She seemed to only then realize what I was doing, pushing my head away and saying, "What are you doing? You're dirty!" I looked at her; actually, from below, I could only see her two large, parted breasts.

"Delicious."

"No—it's dirty," she murmured.

"Mom, are you comfortable?"

"—Mmm—comfortable."

Since she was comfortable, I continued. The deeper my tongue probed, the louder and more trembling her moans became. Later, I felt her voice was hoarse, even though she tried her best to keep it down. Finally, she pushed me away again, her voice trembling with tears, "Enough, enough, enough—enough." She said nothing more.

"Mom, have you reached your peak?"

"Yes—yes, yes." She could barely form complete sentences.

I had considered inserting my penis right there, but quickly dismissed the idea. For a first time, it was too informal; she might not be able to handle it. I whispered in her ear, "Let's go inside." She remained silent, only following my push, clutching her body as she walked towards the bedroom.

I placed her on the bed, turned back to turn on the air conditioner, and when I turned back, I found her sitting on the bed, looking at me with dazed eyes: "Xiaobin, I'm still a little scared." My mother-in-law's plump body, her soft breasts hanging loosely on her chest, was framed by a roll of flesh around her waist. The dark hair between her legs was striking. I was so aroused that I quickly pulled down my pants, saying, "Mom, don't be afraid, I'm here." I knew, in reality, that this answer offered no real comfort.

She looked at the bulging thing under my underwear and fell silent again.

I pulled down my underwear, and my penis finally saw the light of day again. It was already hard and bluish, like an angry child, glaring. My mother-in-law, Shi Youlan, glanced at it, turned her head, and said, "Xiaobin, can we not do this?" I knew she was making a last-ditch effort. For any mother-in-law about to have an affair with her son-in-law, this kind of struggle probably exists, but I wanted to set aside worldly relations. Right now, in this house, there was only a naked man and a naked woman. What I wanted to do was to make her temporarily forget those worldly relations, to let us become a real man and woman.

I got onto the bed with my erect penis, gently kissed her face, and whispered, "Mom, I missed you." She lowered her head, trying to avoid my kiss.

"I know you don't want this, just think of it as me going crazy for once." My hand stroked her erect nipple.

"Maybe we really are crazy," she said softly.

I laid her flat on the bed, and she turned her face away. My other hand pressed against her vulva, and this time, I easily slipped inside. She didn't cry out as before, but she clearly bit her lip. I gently probed, inside her plump vulva, her hand covering her mouth, but she couldn't hide the moans from her heart.

I knelt between her legs again, kissing her honey pot. My tongue, though not as nimble as my fingers, was full of breath, full of a man's desire. Her waist twisted like a snake, and she secreted more fluid. Her vulva opened wider and wider. I felt it was time. I straightened up, raised my penis, and thrust it into her vulva, hidden beneath a thicket of flesh.

She cried out "Ah!" and her eyes snapped open, looking at me with a mixture of resentment and excitement, before closing them again.

My penis slid in effortlessly, probably because of her age; her vaginal cavity wasn't very tight to begin with, and with so much lubrication, it was perfectly adequate. With a little effort, my penis was fully inserted. She was still clenching her teeth and tightly covering her mouth.

I slowly pulled out, then thrust in again, this time with more force, causing her body to tremble. I felt her vagina was rather short; it felt like I could touch a piece of flesh as soon as I inserted it all the way in, like a little mouth sucking on my glans. I felt incredibly comfortable and stimulated, like a greedy child trying to suck away its food. Luckily, I had strong self-control, otherwise I was worried I would ejaculate in a couple of thrusts.

I had never experienced anything like this before. It was definitely different from other women's vaginas. Han Yue's was tight, although it had loosened up a bit in the last two years. Zhu Ying's white, shiny vagina was so enticing, and Xi Wanzhu's quiet exterior concealed a wildness that was irresistible. But no one's vagina felt like my mother-in-law's—not very tight, yet possessing a powerful suction.

I enjoyed this feeling. It was as if every time I thrust in, a mouth would suck on my glans and urethral opening, a double pleasure. I continued thrusting slowly like this. This stimulation was probably quite intense for her too; she opened her eyes and looked at me, not speaking, but her gaze was captivating.

Her gaze was like a command to me. I decided to speed things up, bracing myself on the bed and launching a frenzied attack like a brave warrior. She clearly hadn't expected my sudden attack, and her voice became uncontrollable as she cried out, "Xiaobin, slower, slower—" I wasn't going to slow down. In fact, I felt that because of the increased speed, my penis wasn't being gripped as tightly by her vagina as before, but until I reached the deepest point, it was still being drawn to me like a magnet. It felt incredibly stimulating and pleasurable.

I continued thrusting like this, and she seemed to have completely let go of her inhibitions, crying out unrestrainedly, "Xiaobin, be gentle, be gentle. I can't take it anymore!" More often than not, it was just meaningless low hisses. She still had her eyes closed, her fingers biting her mouth, as if trying to control her emotions, but it was clearly useless. My thrusts made her large breasts bounce up and down. Like waves, I loved the feeling. The way those two mounds of white flesh rolled against her chest was incredibly beautiful. The harder I thrust, the more they rolled. I figured that if I didn't focus on my penis, the stimulation might be less intense and the time might last longer. So I just stared at her breasts. She murmured softly, "Slower, baby, it's hitting my heart." "Good boy, I can't take it anymore, hurry up, I'm going to die." Her voice was trembling with tears.

It wasn't that I was heartless; it's just that when a woman says those words, she's at her most excited. Of course, I had to thrust. I was like a perpetual motion machine with a newly replaced battery, thrusting my penis deep into her body again and again. Finally, her hips heaved violently, and then I felt a tingling sensation in my penis. I knew she had reached orgasm. When I looked at her again, her face was flushed, her head was turned to one side, and her body was convulsing and heaving.

I quickly pulled out my penis: "Mom, what's wrong?"

She didn't answer.

"Mom, are you feeling better?"

She still didn't speak.

"Mom—"

"Don't call me Mom." She seemed to have just recovered.

I laughed: "If not Mom, then what should I call you?"

"Anything. Don't call me Mom." Her voice was both excited and resentful.

"Then I'll call you Youlan." I teased her: "Or I'll call you my first wife." She opened her eyes and struggled to sit up: "You're such a bad guy." "A bad guy is that bad?" I pointed to my little brother.

Her face showed a hint of anger: "It's the worst." Then she couldn't help but take another look and said, "Haven't you ejaculated yet?" I held it up and asked mischievously: "What should I do?"

She looked at me with a bit of fear: "Xiaobin, I'm falling apart." I said coquettishly: "Then can I go slower? Youlan." I added the name later.

"Don't call me Youlan." She rolled her eyes at me.

"You won't let me call you 'Mom,' and you won't let me call you 'Your First Wife,' so I'll call you 'My First Wife.'" She pretended to hit me but didn't. "Don't call me anything, don't say anything. —I'm such a sinner." How could I let her think about ethics and morality anymore? I gently stroked her breasts, which were already sweaty. "How about we change positions?" Her hand also gently touched my penis, and she said with great pity, "Xiaobin, are you comfortable?" "Comfortable, Mom, I've never felt so comfortable before." She held my penis and looked up. "Am I that good?"

"Mom, are you comfortable?"

She lowered her head. "I'm almost dead."

I laughed. "Then let's change positions, save some effort."

She seemed both expectant and fearful. "Then—Xiaobin, go slowly, Mom can't take it at her age." I said don't worry, and quickly helped her lie down. I tried to position her legs. She seemed to understand and turned her head away with difficulty. "In this position?" "It's comfortable." I didn't say much, because my mother-in-law's large buttocks were so tempting. I could see wet pubic hair between her parted legs, and her labia were already wide open from my work. The red flesh seemed to beckon me to enter. I aimed at her entrance, twisted my body, and thrust my penis in. She trembled, not yet reacting, my penis deeply inserted to the bottom.

She cried out, turning her head and begging like a little wife, "I told you to go slower." I didn't say anything, holding her big buttocks, pushing in again and again. Her body trembled violently under my assault, and I held her steady with my hands. She no longer blamed me, because she could only make some primal sounds.

This position was different for me, because my penis was erect and could fit against the top of her vaginal cavity. Each thrust was a friction on the glans, which was surprisingly pleasurable. Even now, I hadn't expected my mother-in-law's vagina to be so incredibly alluring. If I had known earlier, I definitely wouldn't have waited until today. I admit, my mind immediately conjured up images of Han Yue on our wedding day. I wondered what it would have been like to have an affair with my mother-in-law back then.

Sometimes, a distraction is a good thing; it keeps the cerebral cortex less tense. My penis, however, was still working at a high intensity. My mother-in-law could no longer support herself with her hands; her body slumped down. I paused for a moment, just about to ask. She said softly, "It's too deep. You're going in too fast. My breasts are swaying." I laughed, and my mind immediately conjured up the image of my mother-in-law's two large, white breasts swaying back and forth beneath her body. Damn, I love watching big breasts sway back and forth. Next time, I'm definitely going to have her sit on me. I want to see them with my own eyes and touch them with my own hands. Just thinking about it makes me feel amazing.

However, her bending down made my insertion smoother. I seemed to have found that little suction cup again; my penis was sucked in by that little pad every time I inserted it. So I didn't rush to pull out, but just ground it there. My mother-in-law's moans became especially heart-wrenching with each grinding.

"Xiaobin, you're killing me."

"Xiaobin, let me go."

"You're my ancestor! You're going to kill me!"

I was really excited by what I heard. Although I couldn't see my mother-in-law's face, I imagined that her expression must have been incredibly rich, her face must have been distorted.

Suddenly, I felt her vagina twitch tense again. I knew her new orgasm was coming. I intensified my thrusts because I didn't want to keep her going for too long. My thrusts amplified the intensity of her orgasm, and her whole body began to tremble. My glans felt a tingling sensation, that was her vaginal fluid. I couldn't hold back any longer, and a thick stream of semen gushed out.

Her voice was hoarse, her body trembling, but she still tried her best to maintain that position until I ejaculated. When my penis was pulled out, it was red and still semi-erect. Looking at my mother-in-law's pubic hair, semen was already flowing out of the opening, sticking to her pubic hair, like a bearded man drinking thick milk. Drops of semen dripped onto the sheets, but she still didn't move, as if she had lost consciousness.

I liked to see this scene, the red flesh of her vagina, the shiny black labia, the pubic hair stained with white semen, and damn, the wrinkled anus at the end of her pubic hair. My hand unconsciously touched her upturned buttocks, touched her labia. She lay face down on the bed as if she had been acupunctured.

I sat beside her, gently stroking her back. The skin on her back was still white and tender, but it was no longer very smooth. My hand slid over her waist, up her buttocks, as if caressing a work of art.

After a while, she seemed to catch her breath, turned her head to look at me and said, "I really almost died just now." I chuckled.

She was still lying on the ground and said, "Still laughing. Your body is all broken."

I wanted to ask who was stronger, me or my father-in-law, but I felt it was inappropriate to say it, so I changed my question to, "Did you find it particularly exciting?" I thought she wouldn't answer such a straightforward question, but to my surprise, she nodded and said, "Exciting, so exciting, I haven't felt this excited in at least ten years." I smiled, feeling genuinely gratified that my efforts had been recognized.

She rolled over, leaning against my thigh, and slowly said, "Isn't this too crazy, Xiaobin?" I knew she was referring to our relationship. "So—do you like it?" She touched my leg, her eyes glazed, and said, "I don't know." "Are you happy?" She was silent for a moment before saying, "I feel a little stiff, and my legs hurt a bit from you bending them, but I feel relaxed all over, very comfortable. But it feels like there's a stone stuck in my heart." It's indeed not easy for a fifty-year-old woman to accept the reality of having sex with her son-in-law. I stroked her arm and said, "Mom, I already said, just consider it a crazy one, don't feel pressured." She didn't say anything.

"I really like you, I really like how I feel with you. Don't worry, I will never force you under any circumstances. Just stay here peacefully. If I want you, I'll ask you. If you want me, just let me come home for dinner tonight, and I'll know." She still didn't speak. She just stared at me with her eyes open.

"Even after you go back to Hongyang, you'll still be my mother-in-law. I'll call you whenever I miss you. You can come if you want, or not if you don't. If you miss me, just give me a call. As long as I'm in Runzhou, I'll definitely come home." She let me touch her arm. "Actually, I feel like crying right now." She said slowly, "Actually, I felt this day was bound to come sooner or later. I don't know why, I just had this feeling. It's been like this for two or three years now, and I can't even explain it myself. I don't know if it's fear or a little anticipation. I'm really—Xiaobin, am I being pathetic?" "Mom, what are you saying?" "

Actually, I don't know why I came early, why I stayed here with you. I feel like I'm a little—sigh—you don't know how much I struggled when I left today. At lunchtime at the mall, I kept thinking I couldn't come back, I couldn't come back, but I still came back. Am I crazy?" My hand stroked her cheek: "Mom, you're crazy, and I'm crazy too, but what's wrong with being crazy? We can be happy." "—But, I'm afraid of your dad—"

"We won't let Dad know, right?"

She nodded. "But I feel bad for him."

I nodded sadly. "Not letting him know means not hurting him. Besides, your happiness is a comfort to him too." "Will he?" She suddenly became a little woman who needed my comfort.

"Yes," I said firmly.

"But we can't let Yue and the others know either, I—" She was still hesitant. "Don't worry, Mom, no third person will know. This will be our secret forever. And don't worry, Mom, I will never force you to do anything you don't want to do. Whenever you tell me to stop, we will definitely stop." She didn't speak, but I could see the joy in her eyes. She hugged my leg and gently stroked it. Suddenly she said, "I'm a little hungry." I then remembered that I had dragged her out of the kitchen. I chuckled, "I'm a little hungry too." She got up. I sat down on the semen-staining sheets, looked at my own pubic area, and said, "So much." "It's not all mine, some is yours too."

I went to take a shower, and when I came out, my mother-in-law had already brought out the food.

But I noticed that her legs were slightly splayed when she walked, and I knew what was going on, so I chuckled.

She, however, had a frown on her face. She sat down and said, "What's so funny? It's all your fault, you bad boy.

It hurts quite a bit."

"Does it hurt inside?" I stopped chuckling and asked with concern.

"It's mainly my legs that hurt from you touching them. When you opened them so wide at the beginning, my old arms and legs couldn't take it.

-- It's okay down there, but it's a bit swollen. It's been too long since I've had sex." She handed me chopsticks.

I picked up my rice bowl and casually asked, "How long has it been since you—did that?" She glanced at me warily, but seeing that I wasn't joking, she thought for a moment and said, "I can't remember exactly. It's been rare since I was forty. Your dad started living in Runzhou, going back once every month or two. When he did go back, he'd just sleep, or drink and listen to Peking Opera. Occasionally, he'd do it once, but it was just a quick prank. When he went back to Hongyang, he was getting old, and his health wasn't so good. I've been doing it for three to five years now." She sighed, "It'll be even less likely in the future. Look at his illness; even if he recovers, his health is probably not up to par." I put some food on her plate, "Oh, Dad's getting old, of course. He's 60 this year, right?" "Every year you get older, you're not like you young people. When you go crazy—who can handle it?" Her face was flushed.

"It's just that I feel sorry for Mom," I said obsequiously.

"Oh, don't talk about that. I don't know either. I wanted it a few years ago, but I've wanted it even more these past two years. I don't know why, maybe it's because I'm going through menopause and my hormones are out of whack." I didn't dare laugh. "Everyone has these needs, Mom, it's normal." "Oh, let's not talk about this. I feel like I'm dreaming. How did it come to this?" She looked at me and pouted.

"Heh, Mom, actually I struggled a lot at first, but I really wanted to be close to you. It's all my fault. I'm not without morals, and I know this is something society criticizes, but I just couldn't control myself." I felt obligated to take responsibility for this, so as to lessen her guilt.

"Every time I come home with Hanyue and see you, I feel so warm and loving. You're both so good to me. Sometimes I really have the urge to lean on you." She stared at me with wide eyes: "You used to want to—?"

"Yes, I wanted to when Hanyue was around, but I had to restrain myself." This wasn't a lie; to some extent, it was true.

"I don't even dare to go too often, especially after Hanyue left. I can't go back to Hongyang as frequently anymore. I never expected something like this to happen today. If you hadn't come for the meeting and stayed here, maybe I would never have said anything, maybe nothing would have happened in my life." She sighed deeply, "Is this... fate?"

"But I think this is good fate," I said, holding her hand and looking at her. "I don't regret it at all. I feel very happy, very blessed. I think today might be one of the happiest moments of my life. I think I can bring happiness to others." She held my hand and said, "I don't know if you're a good kid or a bad kid." I smiled, "But I know you're a good wife." She glared at me and said, "I'm your wife's mother!"

"Okay, but for the next few days, you'll be my wife, okay?"

She paused for a moment, looking at my eager expression, and said, "Eat quickly, I still have to wash the dishes after you finish." That evening, while watching TV, we talked about Zhang Guangtao. I told her I had found someone to help me, and she remained silent for a long time:

"A couple of days ago I thought Zhang Guangtao wasn't so bad, but how much better is what happened to us today?" I said, "Why are you overthinking things again?" She took a sip of water and said, "No, no, I've never been so indulgent in my life. Maybe this is wrong, but like you said, once it's done, I don't want to think about it anymore. Maybe I'll regret it later, we'll see." I patted her hand and smiled, "Mom, that's the right way to think." She said seriously, "I absolutely can't let anyone know, otherwise, I'm finished." I also put on a stern face and said, "Mom, don't worry, I promise I'll keep it a secret." I deliberately pursed my lips, and she smiled. I suddenly stood up and kissed her on the lips. She was startled by my sudden attack, but quickly recovered and tried to push me away. Of course, I didn't let her succeed. My tongue successfully found hers. She tried to dodge, but she couldn't. I hooked her tongue in my mouth, and we entwined like that.

The moment we separated, her face turned bright red: "You bad boy, I was suffocating." "I'm telling you, my mouth was sealed by me, and my mouth was sealed by you. It's like a stamp." She rolled her eyes at me: "Always being cheeky." She stood up and said, "My lower body hurts a little. I don't want to watch TV anymore. I want to go to sleep." I grabbed her and stared at her with longing eyes: "Can you sleep with me tonight?" She immediately refused: "No, I'm not used to it." "You said you'd be my wife for the next few days." My tone was humble, but aggressive.

She ignored me and walked straight to the bedroom. At the door, she turned back to me, who was already somewhat disheartened, and said, "Okay, I'll try, but promise me, absolutely no more tonight. I'm afraid I can't handle it." I was overjoyed and quickly said, "Okay, whatever you say." When I woke up in the morning, I saw my mother-in-law curled up beside me, like a plump white kitten. I'm a person of my word. Last night, although I really wanted to, I ultimately restrained myself. But after my persistent nagging, she took off her top, and I fell asleep holding her like that, my hand resting on her breasts. Just like that, without kneading or teasing, but I felt incredibly happy. I don't know if my happiness is different from others, but I truly enjoyed that night.

I looked at the clock; it was 7:30. I got out of bed. I really didn't want to go to work like this, but what could I do?

The sound of me getting out of bed probably startled my mother-in-law. She suddenly opened her eyes, looked at me, and immediately turned over to get up.

I said, "What are you doing?"

"I'll go make you breakfast," she mumbled. She sat up and realized she was naked from the waist up. She quickly pulled her shirt off from the bedside table and put it on, muttering, "You're so annoying." I couldn't miss the alluring sight of her soft, white breasts hanging in front of her chest, so I went over, put my arm around her shoulder, and said, "I really don't want to go to work." Her eyes still held a hint of shyness and evasion. "What do you want to do if you don't go to work?" she asked, clearly knowing the answer. But I noticed her eyes were bloodshot.

I deliberately placed my hand on her breast. Even through her clothes, I could still feel its softness and warmth. "It's like being at home with you." She twisted her body, looking embarrassed. "Go away, you're up to no good." I said, "Mom, didn't you sleep well last night? Why are your eyes so red?" She tried to stand up and said, "How could I sleep well? You know, I thought about it all night." I was afraid she would overthink things; older people are always so cautious. But I still asked, "What were you thinking about?" She sighed. "What? I thought about everything and nothing at the same time. My mind is a mess, I just can't sleep." "Then you should sleep in this morning," I said softly.

"I'll make you breakfast first." She didn't remove my hand.

"No need, I'll go out to get something. You should get some rest." I checked my watch and stood up.

Seeing that I was determined to leave, she didn't try to stop me. As she led me to the bedroom door, she hesitated and asked, "Are you going home for dinner tonight?" I smiled, remembering our agreement from last night, and turned back to ask, "Do you want me to come back for dinner?" Her face was already flushed: "Whatever you want."

I'd never felt that work hours were so long.

When I was bored, I even went to check on the analysis team's progress, which surprised them. Actually, I just didn't want to stay in the office; I couldn't stand it. Just as I was getting bored, my phone beeped with a text message. I looked at it and saw it was from Qian Jiaqi: "President Jia is waiting for you in your office." Old Jia is in my office? What's up?

He usually summons me; he rarely comes to my office. It must be something important. I rushed back, and sure enough, Qian Jiaqi was anxiously waiting for me at the door. I noticed her strange expression and whispered, "What is it?" "I'm not sure, but it's definitely not good news." Her expression was very serious; I figured she must know something.

I didn't ask for details and went into the office.

Old Jia was pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back. As soon as he saw me come in, he said, "You're here. Come downstairs and take a look!" I admired Old Jia; he must have something important on his mind, but he didn't show it on his face.

I said, "Yes, what happened?"

Old Jia gestured for me to sit down and said, "There are four things. First, in Jiayang, Cao Xinghua started a new market research company called Xintian Market Research Company. It opens on Saturday. You go there on my behalf. I heard he has a research project on the New Century Amusement Park that they can't handle on their own. Take a team leader with you and see if you can talk to them and we can do it." "Old Cao even started a company?" I smiled. He's an old acquaintance.

"Hey, it's probably just a shell company. You'll see when you go." "It's not really appropriate to steal Jiayang's project outright." "No, why would we steal it? We'll just get them to sign the contract, we'll do the work, and they can collect a management fee in the middle." I smiled, "That's fine too."

"Second thing, the National Market Association's annual meeting is in Chongqing next Monday. Can you go for me?" I really didn't want to go. It's fine on weekdays, but right now I don't even want to go to work. I just want to stay home and rest, let alone go on a business trip. "It's not appropriate for me to go!" "I can't go—my kid is taking the college entrance exam next year, and he has to attend summer classes. His mother went to the US a couple of days ago for half a month. I really can't do anything about it. You'll have to make the trip. Hehe, otherwise you'll be wasting your time. Go to Sichuan, rest for a few days, go to Jiuzhaigou or something, it'll be a good time to relax." Since they'd said that, I could only nod.

"The third thing, which isn't really a big deal, is that I'm basically certain of Jiang Yuqiu's identity now. You can't tell anyone after you hear this, but she's very close to Vice Governor Zhao Jinming." He gave me a meaningful look.

I knew Jiang Yuqiu had connections, but I didn't know the specifics. I thought she was just influential in Runzhou, but it turns out she was parachuted in from the provincial level. I was surprised by what "close" meant and asked, "In what way?" "I heard so." Old Jia took a sip of tea, hesitating to speak.

"What should I do?"

"You? — You don't need to do anything, just know. Judging by the size of her empire, you need to get close to her." I smiled. Old Jia didn't know that Jiang Yuqiu wanted me to help her. Who was going to get close to whom was anyone's guess.

"However, I heard that Zhao might be transferred out at the end of the year during the reshuffle. That's just a rumor." Old Jia said seriously.

"I'm not interested in politics."

"Actually, this is very important, because there are many things you'll need to analyze in the future. Doing business isn't as simple as you think." Old Jia's insights were profound.

I said, "Yes, yes. "

Old Jia glanced at me, a strange glint in his eyes. I sensed something was amiss.

"What's wrong, Mr. Jia?"

"I heard that Jiang Yuqiu is trying to poach you?" His eyes held a question, but based on my years of understanding him, I clearly saw a hint of disappointment.

I know it's impossible to deny it, but I can't exactly admit it to my current boss. "She mentioned it to me on the phone once, but I don't believe she was telling the truth. Maybe she was just being polite." "Really?" He glanced at me, still suspicious. "She mentioned it to me once too, though it was a joke. But I think someone of her status wouldn't just spout nonsense; she at least seems to admire you!" I smiled, feeling awkward, but I had to pretend to be nonchalant. "Hey, you're not worried I'll leave, are you?" "No, I still believe in you." A hint of determination flashed in his eyes, hoping to make eye contact with me.

I looked at him resolutely and firmly. "I believe in myself too." Old Jia seemed to find confidence in my eyes. He patted me on the shoulder and said, "Xiao Ji, we can all see your abilities. The company's business is growing bigger and bigger, and we're expanding rapidly. We need you to work even harder. Of course, I know that young people like you always face many temptations—there are many temptations in this society, such as material things and benefits, and that's unavoidable—but I think you've grown and matured in our company, so I believe you still have feelings for the company, and I believe you can handle this relationship correctly. Of course, I also know that you have indeed made great contributions to the company over the years—objectively speaking, your contributions are hard for others in the company to match. So these days I've been reflecting on this: we can't overwork people. That's why I suggested you go to Chongqing for that meeting, and then have some fun while you're at it. It's partly to relax, and partly as a company benefit..." I smiled and said, "It would be even better if this meeting were held in Phuket."

He laughed, but continued, "Don't worry, I'll reimburse all the tickets when you get them back, have fun. Ah—" He drew out the word, pursed his lips, "Also, we need to expand our workforce. Several other leaders and I have been considering it. Ah, you know, President Yin isn't from a business background, so we need a vice president. I told you last time that you were the best candidate. Now that things are bigger, that's even more true. Xiao Ji, don't be afraid of the company giving you responsibilities in the future!" Another sweet talk, but I wasn't excited at all. Instead, I felt that Jiang Yuqiu's provocation had the intended effect, so I quickly said, "President Jia, I really don't care about that!" Old Jia didn't let me finish, waving his hand to stop me, "You've indeed worked hard. So, I think after you come up, we'll need someone to take over the marketing department. I want to see how things go for a while before selecting someone, and then have them work with you for a while to get to know you." As for this person, I think—it'll still be up to you to decide if they're suitable!

I've been in the business world for many years, so I have some experience. I knew Old Jia was starting to prepare for me. First, they promised me a high-ranking position and generous salary to reassure me. Second, they found someone to replace me, so even though I became the company's vice president, I would have no real power—a demotion in name only. How could I not see through that?

I immediately smiled and said, "Great, great, Mr. Jia, you've thought of everything. I've indeed been a bit dizzy and busy lately, especially after Sister Zhu left. I'm really short-handed now. If I could get some help, that would be perfect. But if I go to Chongqing, I probably won't be back for a day or two. Besides, since you've already given me leave, how about I go to Xi'an to see my wife?" He listened with some skepticism at first, but then nodded eagerly. "Yes, you—being in two places for so long isn't good. How about this, you go to..." "But don't stay too long, there's still a lot to do here!" I nodded with a smile. "Don't worry, Mr. Jia, I won't be late. Besides, I'll be gone for several days. Why don't you have HR start selecting people first? While I'm gone, let Hu Zhiyang take care of the daily affairs. You and Mr. Yin will have to handle the important matters." Old Jia nodded in agreement with this arrangement, looked up and forced a smile, and said, "Going to have fun is fine, but don't cause any problems—ah? You young people, hmph!" I chuckled.

He then whispered, "Don't mention going on vacation to the company. Just say you're going on a business trip or meeting, and don't claim any tickets. I'll allocate some money from the company's operating budget for you. Have someone come to the finance department to collect it tomorrow, so no one else will know." "That's great, Mr. Jia, you're so thoughtful. That's a brilliant move." I joked with him shamelessly, "Your bosses are really good at this, so experienced." Old Jia turned to look at me, his face hardening, "How could I be so much—I'm so old, and you're still—you're biting the hand that feeds you!" He chuckled and left. That

's how the workplace is, isn't it? Everyone seems all lovey-dovey, but deep down they all know what the other is thinking. I closed the door and sat on the sofa. I hadn't planned to leave the company, but Jiang Yuqiu's move really created a rift between me and Old Jia. What should I do? The rift has already formed; it seems he was planning ahead. I can only leave it to fate. Okay, let him go pick people first. In the end, I fell for Jiang Yuqiu's trap, but I really had to treat that place as a backup plan; if all else failed, I'd go there too. I gave a wry smile—what a mess!

I had Qian Jiaqi bring Hu Zhiyang over and told him about my business trip, putting him in charge for a while. He seemed both apprehensive and excited. I told him it was okay, everyone starts like that. He assured me he wouldn't let me down.

I then brought Zhang Zhenguo over and told him about the Jiayang project. He'd only been promoted to project manager last year and hadn't been working on very large projects, so he was quite interested and confident in long-term projects in other cities.

Finally, I called Qian Jiaqi in and told her about my business trips to Jiayang and Chongqing. I didn't go into too much detail. But that little devil still seemed to sense something and cautiously asked me what had happened. I felt that although she was a bit naive, she was very loyal to me, so I roughly conveyed President Jia's meaning.

She said that President Jia was preparing for this; he didn't trust me anymore.

I said, "You're not stupid."

She asked me what I was going to do, whether I was going to leave the company.

I smiled wryly, "It's not that simple.

" She said, "If you leave, take me with you, I'll leave too."

I smiled.

She suddenly realized and said, "You won't take me with you, this way you can get rid of me." I felt that this girl's logic was different from most people, so I quickly said, "I'm not leaving at all, don't think too much about it, and you're not allowed to pass on any messages. When I leave, you need to do your department's work well, assist Supervisor Hu, and don't put on airs, understand? Also, pay attention to the company's developments and let me know in time." Qian Jiaqi nodded carefully as if she had received a top-secret order.

After all this commotion, I checked my watch, and it was time to go home. Qian Jiaqi seemed to be saying goodbye to me forever, insisting on following me in my car. I had no choice but to take her home. The road was already packed with cars, and she looked at the traffic and crowds outside, lost in thought, and said, "Let me treat you to dinner." I said, "No, my mother-in-law is home." As I said this, I felt a warmth in my heart, and I even saw an unconscious smile creep onto my face.

She mumbled, "I was thinking of treating you to dinner and then a movie." I said there would be plenty of opportunities later.

Suddenly, I thought that going to a movie with my mother-in-law that evening would be nice, and I felt much better.

Qian Jiaqi looked at me and said, "When is your mother-in-law leaving?"

I said, "She's going to be studying here for a while. What are you doing? Isn't it good for her to be here? At least—someone will cook for me." She pursed her lips and said, "I can cook too—I'll cook for you after your mother-in-law leaves." I said, "You really can cook?"

She said she could learn.

I was completely won over by her. "Good girl, why don't you use this time to date? I'm in my late thirties and I've been married before, why are you doing this?" She rolled her eyes at me. "I know about your past, and I don't mind." I felt like I was falling in love for the first time. Honestly, I felt like my first love had returned. Right now, all I wanted was to go home, to see her, and to forget everything else. I felt like someone who had admired a famous painting for a long time had finally obtained it by chance, holding it in my hand, looking at it again and again, unwilling to let go for even a moment. After dropping Qian Jiaqi off, I actually went to the cinema and bought two tickets.

I wanted to surprise my mother-in-law. While parking in the garage, another plan suddenly came to mind, and my heart pounded.

When I got home, my mother-in-law was sitting at the table, all the dishes already laid out.

She looked like a new bride waiting for her husband.

I felt a little awkward, but still chuckled sheepishly, "We haven't eaten yet." My mother-in-law seemed embarrassed too, and stood up, saying, "I started cooking around the time you got back, and now it's all cold. Go change your clothes and wash your hands; I'll just heat up the food." She then went straight into the kitchen, not daring to look at me.

I washed my hands and followed her into the kitchen. She turned around and looked at me, saying, "Why didn't you change your clothes? You're wearing what you were wearing outside." "We're going out in a bit, why would I change?" "Going out—what for?" "

To see a movie, are you inviting someone to see a movie?"

My voice was so sweet it could drip honey, I was sure she could tell, but she seemed unsure, turning back shyly and asking timidly, "Inviting who?" I jumped over and pulled her into my arms, "Inviting my first wife." "Go away—go away—" she struggled awkwardly in my arms, "That sounds awful, so awful." My arms tightened around her, and gradually she stopped moving. My hand rested on her soft waist, and my head near her ear, "What did you do at home today? Did you miss me?" She didn't answer, hesitated for a long time, and then said, "Yes." I was overjoyed, "How did you miss me?"

She turned away, pretending to be angry, and said, "Don't ask anymore, or I won't give you any more food." I pouted.

She laughed again and asked, "What movie? What time?"

I knew I couldn't be too persistent; if I really angered her, it would be difficult to handle. I quickly replied, "Nine o'clock, on the fourth floor of the Lido next door. The movie is called—'The Lives of Others,' a German film, I think. Who cares what it is?" She was busy preparing the dishes. "I wonder if it's good or not? Oh dear, it's been so long since I've seen a movie." Yes, looking at her housewife-like back, her loose silk nightgown, my gaze seemed to have a penetrating power. My mind was already filled with images of her large breasts with faint areolas. I liked this feeling, I liked the feeling of a woman busy in the kitchen. Maybe it was a recollection of my mother from childhood, or maybe it was the regret that my wife and I rarely busied ourselves at home. Right now, I had a special urge to do it with my mother-in-law—right there in the kitchen, while she was cooking.

I swallowed hard, composed myself, and replied, "I haven't been to the movies in ages." "I've forgotten what a movie theater is like. I loved watching movies when they were little. Back then, I lived in the factory compound, and I'd go after work to see a movie. It was so cheap back then. Grandma was still alive then, but after she passed away, there was no one to take care of the kids, so I didn't have time to go to the movies anymore. I haven't been many since." Yes, for a woman her age, going to the movies is a luxury, both in terms of time and money. I knew what she was thinking about at home.

"You went today, didn't you?"

"Oh dear, your dad and I haven't been many times. A while back, he and I lived in different places, and he was always busy at his factory. We only saw each other on Sundays, so it was impossible to see a movie—he doesn't like movies either. Over the years, I doubt we've seen many films." I wanted to say that seeing each other only once a week meant there was no time to see a movie, but I didn't dare say it.

"Mom, are you starting training the day after tomorrow?"

"Yes, I don't even know what kind of training it will be." She had already heated up the food and brought it out.

I voiced my thoughts, "Mom, I'm going to Chongqing next week, and I'll also be doing some travel in Sichuan. Could you—could you come with me?" Her eyes lit up immediately, "Sichuan? Next week?"

"Yes, next week. Three days of meetings, then about a week for travel." I briefly explained the company's arrangements to her, but didn't go into the details, afraid she would worry.

Her face was full of anticipation, but she still said, "What about the training? I have to go back—" "What's the point of this kind of training? You can go for a few days, then ask for leave." "What about your dad?" She was still worried about her father-in-law.

I wanted to say, "But your aunt is here, isn't she?" But after thinking about it, I didn't say anything. "Mom, think about it. Is the course worthwhile? If you've made up your mind, just tell me. I'll arrange it." She thought for a moment and nodded. "Just the two of us?" I smiled. "Who else do you want to go with?"

"Is that okay?" I knew she would inevitably hesitate.

"Mom—I want to go with you." I took her hand and said sincerely.

Her eyes avoided mine, and she hurriedly said, "Let me think, let me think." There weren't many people in the movie theater, perhaps because the film wasn't very famous. There were only about a dozen people in the entire theater. I bought a seat in the eighth row, which had a great view. My mother-in-law was quite nervous before coming, afraid of running into acquaintances, and she was as cautious as if she were a ghost. She only felt at ease after sitting down and the movie started. I didn't care about anything else and took her hand in mine, but she quickly pulled it away.

The movie was really damn good, unexpectedly good. I didn't have high expectations for this movie; I was just there for the experience. Surprisingly, I actually got absorbed in it. My mother-in-law was also immersed in the oppressive atmosphere of the era depicted in the film. At a tense moment, she even took my hand and rested her head on my shoulder.

I didn't refuse, just stroked her hand.

Actually, I regretted it a little. If it had been a romance or something, maybe we could have whispered sweet nothings on screen. This serious topic was obviously out of the question. The movie moved quickly and had a good rhythm. We barely spoke a word during the film.

When we left, I checked my watch; it was already past 11 pm. The early August night was still quite cool. We strolled along the road; there were few people and cars. I held her hand, and she seemed quite relaxed. I asked her how the movie was.

She said it made her feel like she was back in the past, in her childhood. "That's what the Cultural Revolution was like. You didn't dare do anything, you didn't dare say anything. Nobody believed you. I saw too many sons betraying their fathers. Thinking about it now, it's terrifying." I didn't experience that era, but I've read many reports about it. "There was no humanity!" "Yes, a tragedy of humanity, a tragedy of history!" No wonder she's a history teacher.

I said, "Actually, you can't blame anyone. Whether it's a son accusing his father in real life or a secret agent in a movie, they are all tragedies. Just like you said, the real reason is that system." She was silent for a long time, as if she was thinking.

"It was a bad system because it suppressed humanity," I continued.

"Is humanity the standard for judging whether a system is good or bad? And what is humanity?" she asked, like a philosopher.

I actually had these thoughts during the movie screening, and now I can finally share them. "The purpose of a social system is to maintain social stability, and secondly, to pursue long-term social development. But regardless of the goal, it must be based on following the laws of nature. These include the laws of social development, the laws of nature, and the laws of human nature." She suddenly chuckled. "Xiaobin, you're quite impressive, quite thoughtful." "Am I only good for driving or drinking?" "No, we probably haven't talked about these things before, just everyday stuff. I didn't expect you to be so insightful and articulate. No wonder you're so popular with young women." "Don't you like me too?" I asked shamelessly.

She smiled sweetly and said, "I used to think you were reliable and not unpleasant." "What do you think now?" I teased her. She looked at me, her eyes flashing with childlike slyness.

"I don't know." As if realizing his gaze had betrayed him, he stopped looking at me and walked straight away.

After a while, he suddenly said, "I have a feeling—"

"The feeling of being in love," I blurted out.

She looked at me with the mix of doubt and sweetness of a young girl in love. "Hey—am I getting old and confused?" she said, turning her head away.

I grabbed her arm and looked at her, saying, "No, you're not getting old and confused, you've become young again." She didn't say anything, but a faint smile appeared on her face.

When we got home, she wanted me to take a shower first. I said we could shower together, but she pretended to hit me, so I had to finish first and wait for her on the sofa. Seeing me sitting on the sofa, she said while rubbing her hair, "You go to sleep first, my hair is still a little damp from blow-drying, I'll wait a bit." I said it wasn't a rush, I'd wait for her.

She sat down next to me, fixing her hair, and said, "Actually, I really like tonight." I looked at her, waiting for her answer.

"It's been a long time since I've felt this way, like you said, it's like I've become young again. Oh, it's really strange." "I'm glad you like it, I like tonight too, I feel—very happy." I meant it sincerely.

"Actually, I've thought about this a lot last night and today, it's giving me a headache, but I still can't come up with anything. I know what I'm doing is wrong, how could I have gotten into this so confused—" "Do you think we're in love?" I interrupted her.

"I don't know." She frowned, "Actually, I'm very conflicted. I like this feeling, but I'm also afraid of it. I feel like this might kill me in the future. If it were just a momentary impulse, it wouldn't be so bad, but this situation makes me panic. I'm so old, what am I doing?" I roughly understood, love, terrible love. Actually, I have the same feeling. I have to say that being with my mother-in-law has both maternal and romantic feelings, but this is wrong. I had expectations, and I got them, but what will the future hold?

But I can't hesitate, I have to comfort her. As a man, "I think everyone's feelings are the most important. I think we should respect our own feelings. Like we talked about humanity on the way here, I want to pursue beautiful things, to pursue happiness, that's human nature. We can't suppress it."

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