Intoxicated mother-in-law

Today is a good day.

After years of hard work, I finally got a promotion. How could I not be happy? Especially since it's also my girlfriend's birthday. So after work, I declined my colleagues' invitations and rushed home. As soon as I entered the house, I saw my virtuous girlfriend and my elegant future mother-in-law.

After a brief moment of intimacy with my girlfriend and a quick greeting to my mother-in-law, I went to the bathroom. After washing my hands, I unexpectedly saw my mother-in-law's small toilet paper next to me. "It smells so good." I picked up my mother-in-law's special toilet paper and took a deep breath, as if it still carried her faint fragrance.

My mother-in-law is just approaching fifty, but she doesn't look old at all. When she stands next to my venerable father-in-law, they look like father and daughter—which is actually quite close, as they are almost twenty years apart. My mother-in-law was attracted to my father-in-law, who was a teacher, during their university years. After some ups and downs, they married and had a daughter. Although their life is happy, as time goes by, some things are inevitable: my father-in-law is now in his twilight years, while my mother-in-law is still in the prime of her life.

To be honest, my mother-in-law attracts me more than my girlfriend. This intangible attraction has been quietly growing in my heart since the first time I met my girlfriend

's parents. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I can't help but fantasize about my mother-in-law, this mature woman who is closer to me. Her tall and voluptuous figure is my favorite. Unfortunately, my girlfriend didn't inherit this trait; she inherited more from my father-in-law—slender and gentle. Her beauty is inner, requiring some appreciation to reveal itself, like threads of affection. Even my wildest heart doesn't want to leave her warm embrace. My mother-in-law's beauty was an outward-flowing force: she loved to laugh, was somewhat active, and perhaps her stable life and carefree nature allowed her to transcend the passing of youth, often revealing a coquettish charm that should belong to a young girl. Her mature body, combined with that naturally flowing innocence, was more alluring than that of younger women. Although not exceptionally beautiful, she was like a blazing fire, constantly radiating her charm. I don't know how much my decision to settle down with my girlfriend and establish our future was influenced by my mother-in-law. This kind, warm, and considerate woman was my deepest, unspoken love.

Putting down the toilet paper and ending my tedious daydreams, I left the bathroom, intending to help my girlfriend cook, but my mother-in-law and girlfriend together pushed me out, telling me to rest and wait for dinner. These two women were truly wonderful; sometimes I even felt a little guilty for living such a life of being waited on hand and foot. Perhaps this is the happiness of being a man.

I imagine my father-in-law must have been basking in this happiness for a long time. Having such a wonderful wife and daughter, he's truly an enviable man.

I called him, only to learn he was currently out of town teaching at a college and couldn't come back. We chatted for a while, then hung up.

I leaned back on the sofa, eyes glued to the TV, my mind racing, and before I knew it, it was time for dinner.

At the table, the three of us chatted and laughed. I made light of things, making my mother-in-law and girlfriend giggle. We opened a bottle of red wine, and before we knew it, I'd had a few too many glasses. They, easily intoxicated, were gradually becoming drowsy.

There were only three of us in the room. I was sober. One of them was leaning against the sofa, head buried in her arms, while the other was half-sitting in my lap. We were so close, and for some reason, my heart fluttered.

Suppressing those inappropriate thoughts, I carried my girlfriend into the bedroom, then helped my mother-in-law to the guest room.

Half-embracing, half-supporting, my mother-in-law's hair brushed against my face, her warm breath stirring my heart. I carried her to bed, but didn't want to leave, silently gazing at her face.

My mother-in-law's looks were only above average, but her features were well-proportioned, her skin delicate and fair. Under the warmth of the alcohol in our bodies, a thin layer of grime clung to her jade-like skin, radiating endless allure in the dim light.

I gently stroked her slightly damp, disheveled hair. Her curved eyes, long eyelashes, and slightly trembling, full red lips seemed to be extending a bewitching invitation to me.

This was the first time I had been so close to my mother-in-law. My heart was filled with joy and excitement, like a wild colt wanting to gallop freely across this lush grassland.

My hand involuntarily moved to her neck, below which was her loosened neckline. Looking down from the deep cleavage, there was a flat surface, and further down, a verdant carpet of grass.

My mother-in-law groaned twice; she reacted strongly to the alcohol. I imagined she, like her daughter, would drift off into a blissful dream, oblivious to everything, until dawn.

Wasn't this a divinely ordained opportunity?

I turned and closed the door, then dimmed the lights. The room was somewhat stuffy, and a strange, ambiguous feeling began to stir within me.

I slowly pulled open my mother-in-law's blouse, and her ample breasts were revealed to me for the first time. Gently loosening her bra, I saw that her heavy treasures, now free, swelled even more. Such a sight was beyond my comprehension. My hands couldn't help but move, removing her lower garment. Perhaps in her dream she craved more freedom; as I removed her bra, her waist even arched slightly, as if in response. This ignited a wildfire within me.

I held my half-naked mother-in-law in my arms, we were almost naked before each other. A faint blush rose on her face, her delicate nose twitching as she breathed softly. When I slipped my fingers into her mouth, I could feel the saliva on them. Holding such a sexy, alluring body, the young and vigorous future son-in-law couldn't resist the urge to give his all to his lovely mother-in-law.

I straightened my penis, aimed it at her slightly damp entrance, and with a little force, thrust it in. Perhaps her mature body, long deprived of sex, sensed something; my mother-in-law tilted her head back, gasped a few times, and her blush deepened.

I slowly entered, exploring new territory I had never been to before. The deeper I went, the more urgent I felt, as if I were being gently pushed away, but I knew the resistance wasn't strong. With my composure, I finally reached the bottom.

My mother-in-law opened her small mouth, panting heavily under the intense pressure of my penetration. I could feel her body getting warmer, as if some desire was quietly awakening.

I kneaded my mother-in-law's smooth, delicate breasts, pushing upwards from the base of her nipples and then outwards. My hands grew increasingly forceful; a thin layer of moisture appeared on her breasts, and her skin flushed pink, tempting my hands to explore every inch of her softness.

My mother-in-law's face was flushed. I kissed her lips, my tongue plunging into her mouth, entwining with her fragrant tongue, exchanging saliva. Occasionally, a trickle of frothy saliva would flow from the corner of her mouth, sliding down her smooth face, down her neck, and onto her hair and the pillow.

What a wonderful feeling! The young son-in-law was active on his mature mother-in-law, both of them intimately connected, exchanging bodily fluids.

My movements grew larger, and my mother-in-law's reactions became more intense. She responded to my movements, making sounds that were like panting and crying. Her face was as red as blood, and the heat emanating from her body would hit my face repeatedly, urging me to thrust even harder. In the midst of the intense activity, I saw her eyes awaken from their daze, filled with disbelief. Her body stiffened for a moment, then struggled and twisted, but under my powerful dominance, it finally softened and yielded once more. Licking away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and looking into her eyes, now clouded again, I knew I had conquered her. I was like a thunder god from above, pounding down with immense, powerful lightning against the demons of the mortal realm who were trying to transcend their tribulations. I wanted to shatter their will, break their bones, and meld them into my own body.

At this moment, I felt a hardness I had never felt before, completely unlike the deep intimacy I shared with my girlfriend. My girlfriend was always gentle and weak, her voice soft and gentle, her movements more like passive acceptance than active communication—this had been my regret. But now, in her beloved mother, I finally found fulfillment.

I thrust with all my might into the depths of her body. My mother-in-law cried out, her open clothes completely soaked. Her breasts, her full breasts, and her soft, smooth abdomen were covered in droplets of filth. They kept flowing, gathering into streams that soaked us, the sheets, and even flowed into the deep, fragrant grass.

I rode my mother-in-law, my hands gripping her large, full breasts tightly, pressing down on her writhing body as if she were about to leap, thrusting deeper and deeper into her softness. This was my mother-in-law's body; my lovely girlfriend had been born from her flower path, suckling her milk, growing up in her warm embrace. Now, all of that was for me, no longer a mere fantasy.

I pressed against the soft flesh deep within her flower path, twisting my waist as if trying to rotate and drill. The friction and tightness brought waves of aching sensations that made my hair stand on end. My mother-in-law's performance was even more unbearable. She struggled under my pressure, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid and violent. Her body seemed to be on fire, her face and neck flushed red, her beautiful breasts heaving and undulating, while her lower body seemed to have lost control, the sticky fluid soaking the part where we were connected, and the sheets were also soaked.

I held her down, pressing against the softness deep within, enduring the bone-melting, soul-stirring sensation as I rubbed and drilled firmly. I watched my mother-in-law's eyes roll back, drool trickling from the corners of her mouth, her full breasts bouncing in the dim light, until a surge of heat rose in my lower body, and a gush of fluid erupted… The next morning.

"Mom, did you sleep well last night?" I asked casually, pushing open the door to my girlfriend's and my bedroom, seeing my mother-in-law sitting in the living room, lost in thought.

"Ah," my mother-in-law seemed to tremble slightly, but there was no other reaction, only a mumbled, "Not bad, not bad." "Then don't rush back, stay a few more days," I said, staring into her eyes. "Your daughter said she loves sleeping with her mother." My mother-in-law remained silent, her hair falling down, blocking my view.

After washing up, eating breakfast, and gathering my work supplies, I was about to leave when I heard my mother-in-law softly say "Okay."

I turned around abruptly and saw my mother-in-law's slender, full figure, her head bowed as she tidied the dishes I had used.

I smiled and stepped into the morning sunlight.

I know the future will be happy.

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

If I could go back to the past… I'm sure my life has entered a state of lasting happiness.

"Hey, how about we go out for dinner tonight?" I teased, pinching the receptionist's pert bottom.

"Manager, you're so annoying—" the receptionist's voice was sweet and coquettish.

I laughed and walked out of the office building.

"How could I possibly waste time with you, you silly girl?" I thought lazily.

Anyone with two beautiful women waiting for them at home would think the same thing, right? Wasting time on roadside wildflowers? Only someone with a screw loose would think that.

No one can understand my enjoyment.

Every day there are two people waiting for me at home, and they're of very high quality: a housewife at home, and a slut in bed.

And they're mother and daughter, too.

Who would know my happiness?

A few days ago, I had a reunion with old classmates. Everyone was showing off their experiences. The silent ones were the disappointed ones, the talkative ones were the triumphant ones, the ones with luxury cars and fancy clothes were the winners in life, and then there were the losers with unnatural smiles, wandering around trying to strike up conversations.

And me? I'm none of those.

Actually, I think I'm the real winner in life.

Because I'm closer to the essence of happiness than anyone else.

I don't lack money, I have a house to live in, a car to drive, a successful job, and good health—you see, I don't really need anything special .

While others were smugly comparing and arguing, I wore a warm smile, coldly despising them in my heart.

Everything they have is insignificant to me.

What do you have?

Boxes of cash? Can they truly satisfy you?

A spacious villa? Don't feel too lonely sleeping at night.

A bureaucratic position? Be careful, don't choose the wrong side one day, or you'll fall and be shattered to pieces.

You see, everything they have is insignificant.

These boring people, obsessed with some illusory halo, recklessly waste their time. They think they have obtained what they want, but they are completely unaware of what they have missed.

They are like fools who rush naked into the sea. When they rush into the sea, they think they have everything, but when the tide goes out, they are still those naked fools.

It's all worthless.

Because I am not a slave to material desires—I am its master.

I don't need to get anything special from others. Everything I have is what I deserve, and it is exactly what I need.

I am already very satisfied.

Except for one thing.

That is my secret little ambition.

Ha.

Actually, I am a slave to another kind of desire.

"Mom—" I said shyly, hugging my mother-in-law who was hanging clothes on the balcony.

My mother-in-law's waist was still slender, and her abdomen was still flat.

Her body trembled slightly, but she neither spoke nor turned around, and continued to do what she was doing.

"Did you miss me?" I said boldly, biting her ear and blowing my hot breath into her ear canal.

There was no answer, but I was used to it. We barely spoke after that passionate night.

I didn't need her answer, because I knew what she was thinking.

Her staying was the best proof.

I slipped my hand inside her clothes, tracing her smooth skin, from her full, large breasts to her delicate, sensitive inner thighs, leaving my fingerprints everywhere. My

mother-in-law's movements were stiff and slow; sometimes, when I touched certain places, her body would tremble violently.

These days, I'd really gotten to her.

Except for the lack of harmony in our attitudes.

But isn't that more interesting—life always needs something to strive for?

I'll win her heart, and we'll immerse ourselves in an ocean of love and desire.

Then, with her daughter.

We'll be happy, never to be separated.

"Mom's been acting strange lately," my girlfriend said worriedly before bed.

"Really?" I asked noncommittally.

"She's changed a lot recently," my girlfriend said confidently, but how could she know why?

"Are you feeling unwell?" "She said no, I'm so afraid she might have some illness she's not telling us." "Maybe something's wrong with your dad?" "No way, she would have gone home a long time ago." We lay in bed talking quietly, my girlfriend trying to find out the truth, while I led her astray.

"Could it be that our dad's having an affair?" I said flippantly at the end.

Hearing my words, my usually gentle girlfriend slapped my arm hard, her eyes filled with anger.

I knew she was a dutiful daughter.

I smiled, turned over, and stopped talking.

After a while, my girlfriend's arm reached out and touched the spot where she had hit me. Her body was pressed against my back, and I could feel her warmth and heartbeat.

I didn't turn around, letting her hand apologetically stroke me, finally falling futilely to my waist.

My back was a little wet; I knew she was sobbing silently.

Why didn't I turn around and hug her?

Why didn't I comfort her?

Why was I so cold?

This wasn't the person I used to be.

I closed my eyes but couldn't fall asleep, and suddenly felt a pang of self-loathing.

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

"Ah..." My mother-in-law's tense body trembled, her breath coming in soft gasps as she gradually descended from her peak of climax.

Naked, I held her bare back, playing with her soft, large breasts until her breathing calmed down.

"Talk to her more often; you used to be quite talkative, didn't you?" I reminded her, patting her breasts with my fingers. "Do you want your daughter to realize there's something wrong between us?" My mother-in-law, equally naked, turned her head away without speaking; she remained as awkward as ever.

"I don't care what she figurees out. At worst, we'll just keep to ourselves behind closed doors. I just wonder what your father-in-law will think." My mother-in-law's body stiffened, but I ignored her and asked with interest, "Tell me, what will your daughter call you when she has a child?" My mother-in-law suddenly tried to sit up, but I pressed her down with even more force.

"Grandma?" I stared into her eyes. "Or Auntie." Tears welled up in my mother-in-law's large eyes, and she burst into tears.

I hugged her like a child, patting her smooth back, silently singing a song I'd heard somewhere.

At that moment, I felt unusually calm.

"Ah..." My girlfriend lay on the bed, and I rode on her hips, thrusting.

These past few days, my girlfriend had been trying to mend our relationship. She thought she'd hurt me somehow with her tone and wanted to make amends, so she'd let me enjoy her tenderness. She'd even taken the initiative with those previously hesitant gestures, her coy expression so endearing.

Unfortunately, that wasn't what I truly wanted.

What I wanted was for mother and daughter to share a bed.

"Be gentle," my girlfriend whispered.

But I didn't listen, continuing my vigorous advance.

My girlfriend was pinned to the bed, seemingly buried deep in the soft mattress. From my elevated position, I could see her long, flowing hair, her slender body, and her rounded buttocks. Between those buttocks, my wet penis was tightly gripped by a ring of pink skin.

I let out a soft growl, thrusting, and then my semen spurted out.

During this time, I've been juggling two women.

Was it easy for me?

Taking advantage of the time difference, I had to fill them both up every day. I needed to see their expressions of ecstasy to fall asleep, and even in my dreams, I couldn't help but compare who was more shy, who was more uninhibited that day, and who was more alluring that night.

I already have dark circles under my eyes, and they've lasted for over a month.

My colleagues at work teased me, saying I was too promiscuous and needed to take care of my health.

The receptionists also believed the rumors, watching me from afar and giggling.

Nonsense!

I'm clearly full of energy and vitality, right?

Okay, I admit I'm a little tired.

Because some things are beyond human control, like talking in my sleep.

Of course, I have plenty of tricks up my sleeve when it comes to my girlfriend, so this won't be a problem.

But I'm

still feeling guilty. I'm afraid of being suddenly exposed.

Maintaining a good relationship between mother-in-law and son-in-law is already difficult enough, let alone having both mother and daughter?

Life is like rowing against the current; if you don't move forward, you fall behind.

So, I must speed things up.

I need to get to that day as soon as possible...

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

The 18th, this will be a day I'll never forget.

On this day, my girlfriend, according to her teaching plan, is taking her students to a scenic spot for a field trip and won't be back that night.

I've been waiting for this day for so long.

1, 2, 3, 4... I counted down the days; 7, 8, 9, 10... time seemed to drag on forever; 13, 14, 15, 16... finally, the end came.

The 18th.

For you, my 18th, I've been working day and night for weeks, and now I'm going to enjoy a wonderful vacation, free from the hassles of the company.

Whoosh—no more hiding, I can do whatever I want!

No more sneaking around in the kitchen, bathroom, storage room, or on the balcony! No more

waking up suddenly from my sleep with worry about blurting out some terrible truth!

No more making excuses to be cold to my girlfriend to hide my unspeakable guilt.

This will be an incredibly happy day; my beautiful mother-in-law will let me do whatever I want.

I will give it my all, today, right here, to conquer my dear mother-in-law's heart and soul, and make her willingly become my assistant or accomplice.

I want to present her with many fragrant roses, the fiery red kind, symbolizing my sincere heart; I want to carry her to the large bed I share with my girlfriend, and brutally violate her, letting her sticky nectar soak the pristine white sheets I've prepared especially for her; I want to pour honey and red wine over her body, then meticulously lick it clean, every inch, every millimeter; I want to enter the place my father-in-law has never entered, exploring the tight cavern, uncovering the mysteries of the human body; I want her to moan and groan beneath me, involuntarily uttering all sorts of lewd words that would shame her to death.

Finally, I will completely subdue my dear mother-in-law, and then together with her, we will accomplish the great feat of taking in both mother and daughter. I will repay them a thousandfold with love for the harm I have caused them, and I will let them live like princesses, forever in happiness.

I will definitely achieve what I desire, on this very day.

Back home.

My mother-in-law is facing away from me, vacuuming loudly.

I quietly approach her, one hand holding roses, the other holding red wine, I want to give her a surprise.

My mother-in-law's slender back was incredibly alluring. I gently put down my wine glass, loosened my tie, and unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my muscular chest. Then I pounced on her.

My mother-in-law was startled and resisted fiercely. I had expected her to be frightened, but I hadn't anticipated her frantic struggle; I could barely hold her.

I forcibly embraced her, turned her over, and gently told her, "Mom, don't be afraid, it's me—" Then, the bedroom door opened, and my girlfriend walked out expressionlessly.

"..." A despairing silence followed.

"Weren't you going to do some fieldwork?" I murmured, my mind blank.

"That was the 18th," my girlfriend said calmly.

"Isn't today the 18th?"

"The 17th." There was no hatred in my girlfriend's pure eyes, only a deathly stillness.

...

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

It was a dimly lit space. My girlfriend, my mother-in-law, and I were naked and entangled, bathed in dazzling white light.

In the air, the spirits of desire danced, and an atmosphere of ambiguity and lust enveloped everything.

My girlfriend hugged my waist from behind, gently pushing me. My mother-in-law knelt before me, cupping her large breasts, her huge penis between them, her body moving back and forth with infinite shyness.

I enjoyed their service.

Embracing both of them, possessing a mother and daughter all to myself—this was something only found in novels.

My penis constantly shifted its position, from one opening to another, sometimes exploring new uses for these beautiful bodies.

White fluid, filth, and sticky liquid dripped incessantly from their bodies. The mother and daughter trembled, moaned, their faces flushed, overflowing with lust.

"Daddy—" my girlfriend said sweetly.

"Husband—" my mother-in-law said gently.

I was overjoyed.

Suddenly, a wave of applause erupted, and many people, some familiar, some unfamiliar, emerged from the darkness. Some were old friends, some were colleagues, and some were complete strangers, but I vaguely recognized their identities.

"I can't compare, I really can't compare," an old friend said, tightly gripping my hands and shaking them vigorously.

"I only realized my old classmate's magnanimity today." "I, who pride myself on being the leader of the Flower School, can only look up to you with awe." This was a charming man in the company.

"Brother, why do you always stand your sister up?" The receptionist was on the verge of tears.

I feigned indifference, exchanging compliments with people, when suddenly several strangers rushed up, hugged me

, and burst into laughter. "Hahahaha," I laughed triumphantly, hugging them on both sides.

"Hahahaha..." Such fantasies never appeared in my life again after that day.

After that day's extreme depression, my girlfriend resolutely left me, and my mother-in-law disappeared after a period of distraught despair.

Soon after, someone told me that my girlfriend was seriously injured when she was hit by a drunk driver while taking a walk alone at night. The unscrupulous driver threw her into the bushes, where she was only discovered the next day by people exercising in the morning. Due to the lack of timely rescue, although she was out of danger, she never woke up again. Stunned by this devastating news, my father-in-law fell ill and passed away.

Ignoring the advice of my family and friends, I took on the responsibility of caring for my girlfriend.

Time flies. It's been a year or so since I brought my girlfriend back home. During this time, work has gone smoothly. The company's higher-ups value me highly, thinking me loyal and compassionate, and proactively reassigned me to a different position so I could care for my comatose girlfriend. Some people who know me are surprised by my choice, and the media frequently interviews and reports on me, casually calling me a role model of the new era. But

all of this is irrelevant to me. My life revolves around three points: company, hospital, and home.

Every day I massage my girlfriend, feed her liquid food, and change her clothes.

That's all there is to my life.

Some time later, with the help of kind people, I found my mother-in-law, who had been missing for many days.

When I went to the shelter to claim her, I could hardly believe that the disheveled old woman was my beautiful mother-in-law. Her hair was gray, her eyes were vacant, and she was mumbling incoherent words—the doctor informed me simply: she's insane.

I brought my mother-in-law home, carried her into the bedroom, and placed her next to my comatose girlfriend. Now they finally shared a bed.

After a long coma, my girlfriend had gained weight, becoming much fuller than before, while my mother-in-law, once a voluptuous and mature woman, had become almost emaciated.

When I gently picked her up, I almost cried.

But I had no tears to shed.

I took off their clothes and carried them one by one into the bathroom, washing their bodies with warm water, cleaning every place I had kissed, touched, and invaded.

Finally, I was exhausted, panting as I picked up a towel to wipe myself clean, wiping the steam from the bathroom mirror. A hazy, aged face appeared in the mirror.

I placed them back on the bed, went to them, embraced them on either side, held their cool hands, lay down, and then fell into a deep sleep like the dead.

In my dream, I returned to the past… I had a strange dream. In the dream, my girlfriend discovered my affair with my mother-in-law, leading to our breakup. Then, a series of tragedies unfolded: my girlfriend's family was destroyed, and I, burdened by sin, spent my life trying to redeem myself.

The dream was so real, like a real-life experience. In the final moments of the dream, I looked up in the mirror, and my aged, haggard face looked like a demon. I woke up screaming, my heart pounding and my stomach churning.

Thankfully, my girlfriend was still beside me.

When I found her sitting peacefully beside me, gently comforting me, I hugged her tightly, refusing to let go.

It was terrifying.

Thankfully, it was just a dream.

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

Several days have passed since that strange dream, and I still haven't fully recovered from the horror. I'm extra attentive to my girlfriend, and I'm no longer bothering my mother-in-law. Gradually, we're laughing and talking again, as if nothing had happened.

I'm satisfied with this state.

Only when you lose something do you realize how precious it was.

I'm glad I only lost it in a dream, not in reality.

I want to atone for the sins I committed in the dream.

I ushered my girlfriend out of the kitchen, telling her to rest and try my cooking later.

In truth, if someone were to rate my cooking, the highest rating would be mediocre. Aside from frying, pan-frying, boiling, and steaming eggs, everything else is just barely edible, nothing to upset my stomach.

But my girlfriend was happy.

Her happiness made me happy too.

My mother-in-law, however, looked at me strangely.

After that incident, she avoided my presence, especially eye contact.

Later, when I tried to sever our ties, she often looked at me with a strange, resentful gaze.

Like now.

I turned around, she turned away.

I continued working, and after a while, that feeling of being watched returned.

This went on for several days. Sometimes when my girlfriend and I chatted, her comments always carried a hint of bitterness.

Even my observant girlfriend couldn't figure out why; she was completely baffled.

I vaguely knew, but I didn't dare confront her.

But living under the same roof, some things are unavoidable.

It was another weekend, and my girlfriend, as usual, took her students on a field trip to the suburbs. They returned in the evening.

I was busy in the kitchen, preparing ingredients, planning to cook a special meal.

My mother-in-law was tidying up something else nearby.

While I was busy, I suddenly felt a poke

in my lower back. I turned around; my mother-in-law had her back to me.

I thought it was my imagination and continued chopping vegetables.

Then I felt another poke in my lower back.

Once, twice.

I turned around again; my mother-in-law still had her back to me, but her hands weren't moving.

This hint—in the past, I would have been overjoyed.

But now, my scalp tingled.

I felt both itchy and scared, and finally coughed dryly, pretending I hadn't heard anything, and made a hasty escape to pee.

In the bathroom, I sat on the toilet, deep in thought. This was a dangerous sign.

A man pursuing a woman is like climbing a wall; a woman pursuing a man is like piercing a sheet of paper.

My mother-in-law's allure was strong, but I couldn't respond.

At that moment, I felt lost.

Another week passed. This time, my girlfriend accompanied me to visit her father at a university in another city. My mother-in-law said she wasn't feeling well and couldn't come.

After driving for several hours, we arrived near the school, a foreign language school jointly run by a prestigious university. I'd heard the academic standards and school spirit weren't great, but there were many female students, youthful and beautiful, which was quite appealing.

It was past lunchtime, so my girlfriend and I decided to eat at a nearby restaurant first to avoid my father-in-law having to arrange anything.

We found a Western restaurant; from the outside, the tables were separated by screens, making it look very quiet.

I went to park, and my girlfriend went in first.

I found a parking space, locked the door, and just as I reached the restaurant entrance, I saw my girlfriend gritting her teeth and storming out.

My girlfriend rarely argues with anyone; she always speaks softly and rarely holds grudges, even when things don't go her way.

She didn't stop walking, tugged at my arm as she passed, and then walked towards her car without looking back.

Not eating?

I was a little surprised. I followed her a few steps, then turned back and peered into the restaurant through the glass, trying to find out which bastard dared to offend my woman.

The unexpected happened.

My seemingly respectable father-in-law, with a sheepish old face, was utterly engrossed in a young woman's passionate embrace in a corner.

From my angle, I could clearly see his thin, scholarly face.

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

Back home, we took matters into our own hands, smashing the wretched pillow to pieces, tearing the hateful blanket to shreds, and jumping wildly on the bed. After this unspeakable act of violence, and with my comforting words, my girlfriend finally calmed down. Having calmed down and covered in grime, my girlfriend was quite embarrassed, nestled in my arms, and scolded her father.

It was then that I realized my father-in-law was no man of his word. Not only had he lured my mother-in-law, a student, into the family, but similar affairs continued to unfold, causing constant family turmoil.

You can imagine. My father-in-

law greatly admired Mr. Lu Xun from the Republican era, and would argue with anyone who spoke ill of him.

Wasn't Mr. Lu Xun a master of this art of seducing his students?

Since the truth was out, my girlfriend didn't hide the family scandal. She told me that her mother-in-law had married because she was pregnant, and because she was too young to be legally married, she had her age changed, making herself six or seven years older

. It was only thanks to her maternal grandparents' influence that the scandal wasn't exposed. However, her grandfather, who valued family reputation, kicked her out of the house, and she wasn't allowed to return until his death. "My mother-in-law was so pitiful," my girlfriend said, her eyes reddening with emotion at her mother's tragic fate.

I suddenly realized why my mother-in-law looked so young and charming. And why my father-in-law wasn't worried about his beautiful wife being away for so long—it all made sense now. Fashionable and pretty college girls always look fresher than mature married women.

I maliciously guessed that for an old man like my father-in-law, who was practically in his grave but still had a lustful heart, only the youthful flesh of college girls could awaken his withered, stinking body.

With a lousy husband like my father-in-law and a lousy son-in-law like me, my dear mother-in-law, you really are cursed with bad luck with love.

A few days had passed since I returned from out of town.

Perhaps she had learned of my father-in-law's relapse from my girlfriend, but these days my mother-in-law seemed to have given up on herself, her lust raging. She clung to me constantly, following me from the kitchen to the bedroom, from the bedroom to the bathroom, and from the bathroom to the balcony. I felt like I had a tail; I couldn't shake her off.

And her methods were becoming increasingly forceful, from poking my waist to pulling my sleeve, and later she simply pushed me against the wall and initiated a kiss.

I actually kissed her… I regretted it afterwards. Although I didn't actually go all the way, I couldn't help but caress her.

After a long period of abstinence, my mother-in-law is very sensitive now. My hand between her legs quickly aroused her twice. Looking at her flushed face and sparkling black eyes, I inexplicably smeared my hand full of sticky love juice on her white, full breasts, then pressed her against the wall and thrust into her through my pants until they were soaked with her love juice.

Afterwards, I felt extremely guilty.

I felt like I was back in battle, bravely heading down a road of no return—the final destination:

hell. I accelerated.

This absolutely cannot go on.

But God, who can resist such temptation?

I certainly can't.

The only thing that can save me from this misery, that can keep me a sliver of clarity, is that terrifying nightmare.

I absolutely refuse to let myself fall back into this misery.

I must protect my life.

My girlfriend came home early today.

She and her mother-in-law were whispering something in the bedroom, the door closed.

Feeling guilty, I tiptoed to the door, intending to peek and eavesdrop, when it opened.

My girlfriend walked out expressionlessly.

"..." A despairing silence followed.

This scene seemed familiar, like something out of a dream; my heart slowly turned cold.

My throat tightened, and a cold sweat instantly soaked my clothes.

My girlfriend glared at me, then went into the kitchen to cook.

Whew, the alarm temporarily averted.

My mother-in-law followed my girlfriend out, her face streaked with tears, yet radiant. As she passed me, she looked up, giving me a defiant, triumphant glare, before also going into the kitchen.

This woman... my enormous penis, unable to withstand the provocation, was throbbing with rage, ready to explode in my pants.

If it weren't for my mother-in-law, I would have already pushed her down and had my way with her.

Night fell.

My girlfriend and I went to bed, and as usual, we did what we always did.

My girlfriend took out a blindfold and said I wasn't allowed to see today. She covered my eyes, and then I heard the soft sound of clothes being removed and falling to the ground.

Soft music started playing; my girlfriend was going to play my role today. Usually, I'm the one who puts her on the bed, teasing and pampering her until she's drooling, before finally launching into battle at my urging.

I lay naked on the bed, my ears filled with pure music. After a while, a warm body touched my face—my girlfriend had come closer. Her

body was very close; I could feel her heat, but she didn't move, seemingly just looking at my face. After a while, the heat subsided, and she left. Just

as I was about to get up and take off the blindfold, a smooth and hot body practically pounced on me, showering my face and chest with kisses.

I felt a sticky wetness on my thighs.

My girlfriend was really passionate today.

My penis immediately stood at attention, then a hot, wet sensation enveloped it.

The opening ceremony was so exciting that I couldn't help but reach out to touch my girlfriend's buttocks. But she grabbed my hands and pressed them onto the bed, just like I usually do to her. I would make all the heat in her body have only one outlet, and then she would be overflowing with desire.

My girlfriend's hips swayed, her warm breath hitting my face repeatedly. Although my physical hands were restrained by her, my lewd thoughts were unrestrained; I used my mental tentacles to roam freely over her body. We knew each other so well; I could feel everything about her through the barrier.

At this moment, her eyes must be filled with spring water, her brows furrowed with spring passion, her breath coming in soft, silent gasps. Her fair cheeks were flushed, her long, slightly curved eyelashes trembled, and traces of moisture were visible on her small, round breasts. Her long, slender, snow-white legs sometimes straightened, sometimes curled tightly.

My erect penis pressed between her thighs, forming a position like an inverted candle being poured.

I've always thought the word "poured" was extremely apt. Gushes of love fluid gushed from the point where our bodies met, flowing down my penis. This wetness told me that this was the most passionate moment my girlfriend had experienced in years.

I thrust my hips forward, giving her a powerful thud as she came, penetrating her deepest depths. Amidst the beautiful rhythm, I vaguely heard her long moans, then a torrent of pleasure erupted within her.

The surge was so intense; I even felt a force pushing me apart from her. I gripped her hand tightly, pulling her back forcefully, and then a soft body collapsed onto me from the side.

Wait a minute.

I yanked off my blindfold. My girlfriend looked at me shyly, half-crouched in my arms, our hands clasped together.

Looking further back, my naked mother-in-law, disheveled, sat on my waist, our lower bodies connected.

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

My almost abandoned dream of having both mother and daughter had unexpectedly come true.

Even now, spending every day together, the three of us sharing a bed every night, I still feel a sense of unreality.

Happiness came too quickly; I constantly remind myself to cherish it.

My relationship with my mother-in-law is as sweet as honey, and my relationship with my girlfriend is even closer. We seem to have started a new romance, a love triangle. Mother and daughter, wife and husband, mother-in-law and son-in-law—this has formed a perfect family.

My father-in-law, who lives far away, is probably having a great time, spending his days playing with female students, while I'm at home playing with his wife and daughter. Sometimes my mother-in-law clings to me, swaying her round hips while talking to him on the phone, and he doesn't seem to notice anything amiss, hanging up quickly after a few words.

We all have our own lives, and that's fine.

And so, we live happily.

Friends, are you envious of us? As I mentioned before, by chance, I finally gained both a mother and a daughter, and from then on, I lived happily with them.

Initially, we agreed to divide me equally, with four days a week for my girlfriend and three days for my mother-in-law, but we soon realized this agreement was impractical.

My girlfriend has gotten used to falling asleep with her arm around my shoulder, while my mother-in-law, a recent addition to our family, is incredibly passionate. So every night, the three of us share a bed. As for what we like to do, that depends on our individual abilities.

I'm young and strong, in the prime of my sexual appetite, and twice a night isn't enough; I'm afraid I won't get enough.

My girlfriend, however, is less robust and sensitive. Sometimes she can't keep up halfway through. Often, just as I'm getting aroused on top, she's already drowsy on the bottom. Luckily , my mother-in-law shares the load, so I don't go hungry.

My mother-in-law is in good shape; although she comes quickly like her daughter, she has great stamina and endurance. We often try several different positions at once, always wanting more. Although she eventually gets exhausted, I'm very satisfied.

I really want my girlfriend to completely let go of her inhibitions and open her heart, to have a passionate night with both me and my mother-in-law.

I told my mother-in-law my idea, and instead of laughing at me, she volunteered to come up with a solution.

With my mother-in-law involved, there shouldn't be any major problems. That's what I thought.

Unexpectedly, half a month passed.

During this time, I wasn't idle either; every night I was busy nurturing my mother-in-law and girlfriend. My girlfriend had some inherent flaws, and despite the trials, she didn't change much, which was fine. But my mother-in-law's transformation truly astonished me. After being nourished, she underwent a metamorphosis in both complexion and demeanor, her beauty greatly enhanced, and every gesture radiated charm and allure. Seeing her beauty emanating from within, I often dragged her into the room during the day to indulge my desires.

Happy days never last long. Half a month later, I received news that my philandering father-in-law had arrived.

This news made me very uneasy. Although my father-in-law was a bad person and didn't get along well with my mother-in-law, they were still a couple. If they wanted to be together, it was beyond my control as their future son-in-law. The thought of my voluptuous and beautiful mother-in-law lying beneath my father-in-law's withered, smelly body, being defiled and ravaged by him, ignited a raging fire of resentment within me.

Fortunately, that didn't happen.

Although my father-in-law came, my mother-in-law and girlfriend were indifferent.

My father-in-law, quite self-aware, didn't say much, simply stating that he had come specifically to see his daughter and would leave overnight.

This calmed me down considerably. I don't know when it happened, but I had already come to consider my mother-in-law as my own.

That evening, we ate together. My girlfriend drank a few glasses with us but quickly succumbed—like my mother-in-law, she got drunk easily.

My father-in-law enjoyed drinking, but he couldn't hold his liquor, and soon he was also quite tipsy. As we were leaving, my mother-in-law handed him some anti-sleep medication. He didn't even look at it, just took it and swallowed it in one gulp. It seemed he could finally get a good night's sleep.

I carried my girlfriend to bed, then helped my mother-in-law up. This scene reminded me of that absurd night.

But this time, my mother-in-law wasn't going to let me do as I pleased.

Ignoring my father-in-law slumped on the sofa, she grabbed my tie, a seductive smile on her face, and backed into the bedroom, pushing me next to my girlfriend

on the bed. My mother-in-law climbed on top of me, kissing me. Saliva mingled, my tongue teasing hers, inhaling her sweet breath, swallowing mouthfuls of her sweet saliva. While absorbing her sweetness, I explored and played with her mouth with my tongue, trying to stimulate her to produce more fluid. My lower body wasn't idle either, rubbing against her tender, moist vulva, sometimes thrusting hard, making my mother-in-law's body tense.

I rolled over and pressed myself against my mother-in-law, thrusting into her. As I moved, I gently caressed her high, firm breasts through her thin underwear; they were warm and soft to the touch, large and full, firm yet firm.

Attacked from both sides, my mother-in-law quickly became aroused, her face flushed with desire, and she began to pant softly. Her eyes were languid, her moist lips slightly parted, her crimson tongue lightly licking them, taking my finger, which had brushed against her lips, into her mouth, teasing it with her smooth, fragrant tongue.

With one hand kneading my mother-in-law's breasts, the other gently pinched her tender, fragrant tongue. Below, I pressed against her mons pubis, moving in and out of her moist, sweet passage, occasionally scraping out milky white fluid. As passion intensified, my mother-in-law's delicate body trembled incessantly, her body growing hotter and hotter. Involuntarily, she curled her fragrant tongue, as if trying to swallow my finger that had invaded her mouth. My finger probed so deeply that she let out moans from

her throat, a mixture of pain and temptation. To avoid hurting her throat, I withdrew my finger, placed my hands on her waist, and lowered my head to kiss her breasts. My mother-in-law's arms encircled my neck, pressing my face against her full breasts. I chased after the two cherries atop her full breasts with my tongue, saliva coating her tender white breasts, making soft "smacking" sounds as I sucked.

My mother-in-law, lost in passion, gripped my waist tightly with her thighs, her hips moving in rhythm with my thrusts. I panted, pulling her fair, full arms overhead, my tongue licking her armpits. The area there was incredibly fragrant and sensitive, and my mother-in-law, aroused, giggled softly, becoming even more seductive.

Under her allure, my movements grew increasingly wild.

I reached out and pulled my mother-in-law's legs apart, pushing her full, jade-like legs onto my shoulders. Then, I grabbed her hands and pulled her up.

Her feet were behind my head, her body almost suspended in mid-air. Apart from her hands being held, only the warm, fleshy rod between my legs provided support. Her magnificent breasts bounced freely with each thrust, radiating alluring waves of milk.

I held her slender waist with one hand and squeezed her round buttocks with the other, securing her body. Her plump, round buttocks were incredibly wet. My fingers slid up and down, revealing the crevice filled with spring water. Beneath the lush pubic hair, her pink lips were burning hot. With each thrust, my mother-in-law's hair was disheveled, her breasts undulated, and her white body flushed pink, making her incredibly beautiful.

After a shiver, I breathlessly put my mother-in-law down. She pointed to my girlfriend, who was sleeping beside her. I understood, rested for a moment, and then mounted her again.

My girlfriend is not like my mother-in-law; she is delicate and frail. I patiently kissed her, taking advantage of the overflowing, sticky love fluid inside her mother's body, and slowly entered, inch by inch, gradually opening up her tight passage.

Even so, my girlfriend still frowned.

Seeing this, my mother-in-law felt sorry for her daughter, and with some effort, leaned over and took my girlfriend's lovely earlobe into her mouth, then slid her hand into her daughter's tender buttocks, gently caressing and teasing.

My fiancé and mother-in-law's four hands roamed over my girlfriend's supple body, arousing her desire. Gradually, she parted her lips slightly, exhaling soft breaths, her breasts heaving, her body gradually relaxing, and her body temperature rising. Even in her deep sleep after drinking, the pleasure of her passage being filled and overflowing with flesh spread throughout her body and mind, drops of love fluid gushing out, and my movements became even more unrestrained.

Feeling my girlfriend's swaying waist beneath me, welcoming my erection into her secret passage, I was overjoyed. My hands moved from her delicate testicles to her slender waist, kneading her with varying pressure, sometimes gently scratching, sometimes gripping her tightly, arousing her to a surge of desire. Her waist swayed gracefully, a far cry from her usual shy and weak demeanor.

I grew increasingly aroused, my erection hard as a dragon, full of power, repeatedly thrusting against her slender body, causing her to bounce upwards. Before long, she had experienced several orgasms, her body as soft as water.

At this moment, my mother-in-law had recovered, reached out and grabbed my erection, pulling me away from my girlfriend's body. She pointed to the bedroom door, indicating that we should go to the living room.

I was slightly taken aback; my father-in-law was still fast asleep there, and it seemed inappropriate for my mother-in-law and I to go out like this.

My mother-in-law was resolute, her dark eyes burning with a fierce intensity. Driven by lust, I was utterly unafraid. I pulled a thin blanket over my girlfriend's naked body to cover her, then carried my naked mother-in-law out.

I carried her to the living room, where my father-in-law was fast asleep, completely unconscious. Reaching him, my mother-in-law struggled to get down from my arms, standing barefoot before him. After a moment, she turned to look at me.

A pang of sadness gripped me, and my hands became somewhat rough. I bent down, scooped up her smooth legs, and lifted her horizontally in my arms.

Perhaps sensing my roughness, or perhaps regretting my actions at the last minute, my mother-in-law was uncooperative, twisting her waist in resistance.

I increased my strength, pressing my penis between my mother-in-law's pink hips, unable to find the entrance to her honeyed passage. The head of the penis moved back and forth, sometimes touching her labia, grinding a few times, picking up a few drops of sticky nectar, sometimes slipping out of its target, mistakenly entering the crevice of her buttocks. The more urgent I became, the more unsure of where to go. Finally, I simply reached down with one hand, and the head of the penis finally penetrated beneath the lush green grass, entering her beautiful passage with the gushing love juice. As

the penis entered her, both my mother-in-law and I trembled. Her lips parted slightly, a tear rolled down her cheek, and her body leaned back slightly. At this moment, I felt a little ashamed, realizing I had been too rough, so I supported her plump buttocks, and the penis slowly withdrew from the sucking of her secret lips.

Perhaps sensing my remorse, my mother-in-law stopped struggling, her legs tightly hooking around my waist, slowly moving her round buttocks. My penis returned to its original spot, grinding against the layers of folds in her honeyed passage. Soon, my mother-in-law gasped softly, and her nectar glistened.

My father-in-law was fast asleep. My mother-in-law and I were making love in front of him, completely unaware. His breathing was steady and shallow, the only sounds in the living room being his soft, rhythmic breathing. Soon after, the sounds of flesh colliding began, followed by a gush of fluid. Each thrust produced a soft, squelching sound. My mother-in-law closed her eyes slightly, murmuring softly, completely oblivious to him.

Her vagina was full and strong, like a baby's mouth, sucking on my penis inch by inch. It was very strenuous to pull my penis out, but each thrust was incredibly smooth, feeling deeper and deeper, as if the base of my penis was being drawn into her vagina, the tip repeatedly hitting a soft mass of flesh at the very depths.

With such vigorous movements, my mother-in-law gradually found it difficult to bear. Her breathing became more rapid, her moans louder, her thighs tightened, her slender legs straightened and slightly curled, and her love juices gushed forth, soaking my penis completely.

I laid my mother-in-law's body half-on the sofa where my father-in-law was lying. Below her entrance to her vagina was my father-in-law's graying hair. I steadied her, lowered my waist, and pressed down heavily on her, the head of my penis instantly pushing deep into her soft flesh.

My mother-in-law's red lips opened wide, but she couldn't make a sound. I ground heavily against that soft flesh, and in just a few breaths, my mother-in-law was already wet with fluid, then tears welled up in her eyes, and she let out a sobbing sound from her throat.

I pulled out my penis, took a couple of quick breaths, and thrust into her again, this time even deeper and more powerfully than before. My mother-in-law let out a hissing "Ah!" and her vagina tightened sharply.

Ignoring my mother-in-law's distress, I pulled my penis away from her vaginal suction, took a few breaths, and calmed the heat in my heart.

Her body was burning with unbearable craving, desperately needing my touch, yet she received no affection from me. My mother-in-law could barely speak, tears streaming down her face as she looked at me. I ignored her, determined to conquer her completely, body and soul, before my father-in-law.

The stalemate lasted only a moment. My mother-in-law gently gripped my shoulder. I shook my head, staring into her eyes. Tears immediately streamed down her cheeks, sliding down her naked body and dripping into my father-in-law's hair beneath her.

"Give it to me," my mother-in-law whimpered, her voice hoarse. Seeing I still didn't move, she twisted her waist, actively seeking the head of my penis, wanting to swallow it to soothe the throbbing itch within her.

How could I let her have her way? I took a breath, thrusting my hips. My penis, as if alive, swayed left and right, refusing to yield.

My mother-in-law and I remained locked in this stalemate, legs wide open, lower bodies thrusting forward, tears streaming down her face, her breath causing her breasts to heave rapidly, her moans hoarse.

A moment later, my mother-in-law suddenly broke down, crying out. I stopped dangling her, thrusting my lower body in, then lifting her round buttocks and pounding like a strong ox plowing the ground, each thrust rubbing against her beautiful flesh, each thrust penetrating the soft flesh of her uterus, wave after wave of arousal and tingling sensations within her.

My mother-in-law cried and gasped, her long, slender legs wrapped around my waist, her hips responding to my movements, her full, voluptuous body contracting forcefully, giving me extreme pleasure.

When I reached my peak, my mother-in-law's eyes rolled back, her face tilted back, saliva flowing down her chin, onto her large breasts, and then into the fragrant valley below her. With my final, heavy thrust, the muscles within my mother-in-law contracted violently several times, her spring water gushing out like a torrent, the white, sticky fluid wetting my penis, and then her incontinent urine drenching my father-in-law's face below.

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

The next day, my mother-in-law and girlfriend were still fast asleep. I took my father-in-law to the station.

Although my mother-in-law had washed her face with urine the day before, my father-in-law was still sleeping soundly like a log. I carried my exhausted and unconscious mother-in-law to the bedroom, and forced myself to help my father-in-law clean his clothes. During this time, I don't know if it was because he had just drunk a mixture of bodily fluids mixed with urine and honey, or because of the alcohol, but my father-in-law vomited once, which conveniently masked his body odor.

When he woke up the next day, he had no memory of what had happened.

Before boarding the train, he told me to treat my girlfriend well and take care of my mother-in-law.

I naturally agreed, thinking that I would take good care of my mother-in-law, making her ecstatic and squirting non-stop every day.

My father-in-law left satisfied and boarded the train alone.

As I watched the train disappear into the distance, I left the station and headed home. Thinking of my lovely mother and daughter, my heart was filled with immense joy.

I will cherish my wife and my mother-in-law.

This is my happy family.

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