My Favorite Mother-in-Law (Author: Unknown - Incest Novel)

My Beloved Mother-in-Law Author: Unknown Word Count: 8353 Actually, I know very well that having sex with my mother-in-law is an immoral and degrading act, but what can I do? After all, it happened, love happened, and it became a fact. We all know that humans are emotional beings, and sometimes emotions cannot overcome reason. After my personal experience, I realized how those so-called rapists turned to crime. While chatting on QQ, I also discovered many strange names related to mothers-in-law. I would often greet them and chat for a while. Their experiences were basically the same as mine, except that they had sex with their mothers-in-law when their wives were away on business trips, abroad, or studying, while I had sex with my mother-in-law six months after my wife's sudden death from an illness, when we were still caring for each other. On QQ, I told my friends about my true experience. They sympathized with me and my mother-in-law and cared about us. Some were even moved by what they heard, saying how come they hadn't met such a beautiful and kind mother-in-law. I enjoy chatting in the "Over Fifty" chat room because I love my mother-in-law. I like chatting with other women around her age in this room. They often greet me when they see my username, asking me to talk about our relationship and its background. Many of them want to know how our first time happened—whether it was me or my mother-in-law who initiated it. I understand some friends ask out of curiosity and sincerity, while others are just looking for excitement and fun. Regardless of their motivation, I try my best to answer their questions. I tell them the truth as much as I can, because I believe that online, no one knows anyone else, and there are no secrets that can't be shared. My mother-in-law came from an ordinary working-class family. She worked as a nurse and head nurse in the pediatrics department of a state-owned hospital her whole life. She was hardworking, simple, and a model of a virtuous wife and loving mother. Not only was she beautiful, but she also had a very kind heart. Why do I say she was hardworking? Because my mother-in-law was always respectful to the elderly and caring for the young. She was thrifty and managed the household well, supporting her parents-in-law in their old age and taking care of my father-in-law's daily needs and raising her two children. I remember after I became her son-in-law, I often heard her neighbors say, "Sister Zhang's life has been so difficult and unlucky. She not only had to take care of her parents-in-law and husband, but also raise her two children and go to work." When my mother-in-law was 42 years old, my father-in-law (the driver) unfortunately suffered a lumbar spine fracture in a car accident. From then on, my father-in-law was bedridden until he passed away. From the day of the accident, my father-in-law spent almost all his time in the hospital. At that time, my mother-in-law's parents-in-law were old and frail, and their children were young. Therefore, the burden of supporting my father-in-law fell on my mother-in-law alone. Fortunately, my mother-in-law worked in the hospital and was able to take care of my father-in-law. According to regulations, my mother-in-law also received half of the nursing salary. In November 1996, my father-in-law spent his last year in the hospital. He was not yet 58 years old when he passed away. My relationship with my mother-in-law reached its peak during the final days when my father-in-law's condition deteriorated rapidly. In the last three months before my father-in-law passed away, he needed someone to take care of him day and night. As his son-in-law, it was my duty to take care of him. Because I was very busy with work, I could only take care of him on Saturday afternoons and Sundays. Sometimes I would take half a day off to relieve my mother-in-law. In the evenings, my brother-in-law (who was paid to take care of him) would come to take care of him. My mother-in-law also took early retirement to take care of my father-in-law. Because my mother-in-law had to cook, she would take care of him during the day. I remember it was a Saturday afternoon. I took half a day off to relieve my mother-in-law at the hospital. My brother-in-law arrived promptly at 8 pm to take my place. Although my home is over ten kilometers from the hospital and transportation is convenient, it gets dark early in winter, and the road closures are early. As usual, I planned to stay at my mother-in-law's house, since I had a key. Outside the hospital, I happened to run into my college classmate. We found a place and started drinking. By the time we got back to my mother-in-law's, it was past 11 pm, and we were both quite drunk. I quickly washed up and lay down when I heard my mother-in-law crying. Without thinking, I hurriedly got up and went to her room without even putting on more clothes. I asked her what was wrong, and she said she was worried about me. She said that finding me as her son-in-law had been a lot of trouble for her. She said that when her parents-in-law passed away, I helped them a lot, providing money and running errands. I had worked so hard. Now her father-in-law's illness had deteriorated rapidly and it seemed that he was not going to get better. I often came to take care of him and had to come home so late. She felt very guilty and started crying because of it. When I heard that she was crying because of this, and I had also drunk quite a bit, I sat down by her bedside to comfort her. I said it was nothing. It's nothing for a young person to run errands. Besides, it was what I should do. It seemed that her father's illness was incurable. Right now, we could only try to alleviate the suffering of the disease and make him suffer less. I told her to cook whatever he wanted to eat and not to worry about the money for the funeral. I was here for him. The more I said that, the more she cried. I comforted her for about 20 minutes, but she still didn't stop crying. Later, I felt it was getting uncomfortable sitting on the edge of the bed, so I simply put my legs up on the bed and leaned against the headboard to comfort her. Because I had drunk a bit too much, I talked a lot, and now, looking back, I don't even know what I said. The clearest sentence I remember is that I said, "If Dad really passes away, I'll take care of you until you're old." After I said that, my mother-in-law burst into tears and grabbed my hand, moved. Without thinking much, I grabbed her hand and started talking to her in a comforting tone. I don't know how long we talked, but I actually fell asleep on her bed. Maybe it's because drinking makes it easier to fall asleep. When I woke up in the middle of the night, I found my mother-in-law sleeping next to me—or rather, I was sleeping next to my mother-in-law. My mother-in-law covered me with a blanket. By then, I was sobering up a bit. I didn't dare move; my heart was pounding, as if my blood was boiling. A man's primal instincts in this situation strongly craved a woman, but there was a living, breathing woman lying next to me. I started to wonder: why hadn't my mother-in-law woken me up to go to bed with her? Why had she covered me with a blanket and let me sleep in her bed? Why hadn't she gone to another room to sleep, but instead slept in the same bed with me? I felt a surge of excitement. I touched my legs and realized I was only wearing a small pair of briefs. I felt a little embarrassed, wondering if my mother-in-law had seen anything while I was asleep. At least she must have seen something when she covered me with the blanket. I felt ashamed; my face was burning, and I didn't even dare to turn my neck. The house was quiet; I could clearly hear my mother-in-law's soft sniffling. I knew my mother-in-law was sleeping soundly, but I still didn't dare to move because she was so close to me. I didn't even have the courage to go to the bathroom. I really hoped she would wake up and give me a way out, but I also didn't want her to wake up. I could only quietly think about those shameful things and recall the days I spent with my mother-in-law, the things we said and did, the meals we ate together, the housework we discussed together, her smile and the way she walked, every part of her body: her fair skin, her long black hair with a few silver-gray strands, her beautiful big eyes with slight crow's feet, her full lips, her full figure, her high breasts and large buttocks. Although she was over fifty, she looked like she was in her forties. No wonder people said that my mother-in-law was a doctor, and that she must have taken some kind of tonic. Her appearance didn't match her actual age at all. My mother-in-law's every move flashed through my mind. Only now did I realize how beautiful and charming she was. And she was sleeping right next to me, so close, so very close. I could easily turn around and hug her. The more I thought about it, the more excited I became. I couldn't wait to turn around and hold her tightly in my arms. I didn't know what it would feel like to be with a woman 21 years older than me, but the thought of it always sounded wonderful. I slowly turned my head and found my mother-in-law lying on her back. The light streaming in from outside clearly showed her beautiful face, her lips slightly parted, her chest rising and falling. A 53-year-old woman still looked so lovely and alluring. I deliberately moved a little, and seeing that my mother-in-law didn't react, I turned my body completely towards her and deliberately shook the bed. Seeing that there was still no reaction, I gently lifted a corner of the blanket and saw one of my mother-in-law's arms and half of her body. I found that my mother-in-law was only wearing a white women's vest. I felt my heart pounding. After looking for a while, I didn't dare to completely lift the blanket, so I gently covered her up again. I couldn't fall asleep at all, my mind filled with derogatory thoughts. Just as I was engrossed in them, my mother-in-law suddenly turned over, draped an arm over me, and mumbled something incoherently. I was both nervous and excited, but my excitement was premature; my mother-in-law hadn't woken up at all. It turned out she was just talking in her sleep while turning over. At that moment, I was extremely nervous. Her arm was pressed against me; I dared not move, yet dared not let go. After about half an hour, I couldn't hold on any longer. I slowly grabbed her arm, trying to move it aside, but just as I was about to let go…She woke up, quickly pulled her arm away, and said apologetically that she was still half asleep. She asked when I woke up and why I couldn't fall back asleep. I smiled and said, "How could I sleep with you next to me, especially since your arm is pressing against me?" My mother-in-law quickly turned over and said she wanted to sleep in another room. I grabbed her arm and said, "Don't go over there! I was just joking! You can sleep here!" I then hugged her and said, "Mom, I've been awake for almost an hour, and I can't fall back asleep at all. I've been thinking about you the whole time! I can't take it anymore! I need you! I love you! Let me hug you, Mom!" My mother-in-law was shocked and tried to break free, but I held her tightly. Seeing she couldn't resist, she said, "You silly child, I'm your mother-in-law. I only slept in the same bed with you because you were drunk and asleep, and I didn't have the heart to wake you. I actually treat you like my own son. How could you think like that? Besides, you're so young and I'm so old. Although such things happen all the time, it's still unreasonable." Hearing a hint of relenting in her tone, I continued, "Mom, I don't mind your age. In my eyes, you'll always be young and beautiful. I just want to hug you. Please say yes! If you don't, how can I face you tomorrow? I'll be so ashamed! Please give me this favor and say yes! I'm begging you, okay? Just one hug!" Actually, I had already prepared these words before my mother-in-law woke up. I anticipated that she wouldn't immediately agree, so I had thought of how to persuade her. Seeing that I was almost in tears, my mother-in-law could only say that she really couldn't do anything with me, and poked me on the head with her finger. Seeing my chance, I quickly pulled up the blanket and completely embraced her. She was still shy and tried to avoid me, her body constantly sinking towards the edge of the bed until she could barely move. I felt that my mother-in-law was quite plump, much fuller than she appeared when she was dressed. At 1.75 meters tall, it was difficult for me to fully embrace her, while her daughter was slender. They were about the same height, around 1.64 meters, though her daughter might be slightly taller, but the contrast between their figures was striking. I excitedly forced a kiss on her lips, but she resisted, saying it wasn't hygienic because I hadn't brushed my teeth. I said I didn't mind; the more she said that, the more I liked her. It showed she was very conscious of hygiene, befitting her background as a medical professional. My mother-in-law gradually gave in to me. I knew what was about to happen, but her lips remained closed. Perhaps it was because she hadn't brushed her teeth. My hand reached for her breasts; they were large, soft, and cottony. I wanted to take off her underwear, but she held on tightly, refusing to let go. I had to force my hand inside. She said my hands weren't clean and I couldn't touch her, and that her private parts were dirty too, so she needed to wash them. I felt incredibly excited and thrilled. But just then, the phone rang. My brother-in-law called from the hospital, saying my father-in-law was seriously ill, and it was very frightening. He told my mother-in-law to come to the hospital immediately; he had something to say. After hanging up, my mother-in-law said, "Your dad might not make it. We have to go to the hospital right away." She quickly packed her things and left. I offered to go with her, but she said no, and told me to rest until dawn before going to the hospital. After my mother-in-law passed away, I collapsed onto her bed in despair, recalling everything that had just happened. I regretted not acting sooner. Suddenly, it dawned on me: my father-in-law was critically ill. I couldn't think about anything else; I had to get to the hospital immediately. Two days later, my father-in-law finally passed away. It was a relief for my mother-in-law, but a regret for him—a regret in life, a regret that lingered even while he was alive. Naturally, I took care of everything for my mother-in-law, handling her funeral arrangements. She wasn't in great pain; in fact, she was moved to tears several times after the funeral by my actions. Since my father-in-law's death, my relationship with my mother-in-law has remained silent. We seem to express something only through our eyes. We haven't had the chance to spend time alone together like before, and we feel much more distant now. Although my brother-in-law is divorced, he has to go home every night to take care of my mother-in-law, and she often stays at our house for a few days. But with her wife and children around, it's not very convenient. In my spare time, I often recall that night I spent with my mother-in-law. Even when I'm making love with my wife, I think of her. Sometimes I even dream of kissing and making love with her, and it leaves me feeling terrible. On April 13, 1997, to my utter shock, my wife suddenly passed away from a heart attack. This was a huge blow to my mother-in-law. She was bedridden for nearly two months, only managing to get up after encouragement from relatives and friends. She had also become very thin. In my grief, I frequently visited her. She said that we were both unlucky, and she would burst into tears when she spoke of her sorrows. What could I say but words of comfort? I told her, "Mom, don't be sad. Don't cry and ruin your health. You look so much older and thinner now. If you keep going like this, your body won't be able to take it. You have to pull yourself together! Otherwise, there will be no one to take care of my child. I miss my child terribly." For nearly two months after my wife's death, my mother cared for our child. After graduating from university, I didn't move to the city where my parents lived. My parents hadn't retired and were still working, so taking care of the child became a major concern in my life. My mother-in-law said she missed the child very much, so we decided to bring the child back. After the child came back, my mother-in-law's mood improved a lot. Coincidentally, my company was sending me and my colleagues on a business trip to the south. When relatives found out, they suggested I take my mother-in-law and child out for a while, hoping it would cheer her up. We went to many places on this trip: Shanghai, Suzhou, Hangzhou, and also Qingdao and Weihai in Shandong. My mother-in-law had a great time, although she was tired from taking care of the child. But her mood was definitely much better; she was laughing and talking, looking more than ten years younger. After returning from the business trip, my mother-in-law no longer showed excessive grief. She recovered quickly, and her hair was dyed black. She didn't look 54 years old at all. Wearing the clothes I bought for her during our trip, she looked radiant and full of energy. My mother-in-law also consciously dressed up and became more confident, as if she was full of confidence in life. Two months later, my brother-in-law found a girlfriend, and she urged us to get married. My mother-in-law said that since my father-in-law had passed away less than a year ago, we couldn't have a wedding. I said, "New things should be done in a new way. Don't be so particular. Just invite a few tables of relatives and friends and have a simple ceremony. You've been divorced for several years; it's time to settle down. Look at you, you're almost 30 and still don't have children. Don't you want to hold your grandchildren?" With my persuasion, my mother-in-law agreed. There was no banquet, no red decorations, and no firecrackers, but the atmosphere that day was very lively. My mother-in-law drank quite a bit of toasting wine, her face glowing and full of energy. I was also a little tipsy. That evening, my mother-in-law said she wouldn't go back to her house but would stay at my house for a few days, letting my brother-in-law and his wife have their fun. I knew what was going to happen in the days to come, and I was filled with excitement and happiness. My wife had been gone for almost half a year, and every night when I was alone in the empty house, images of my wife, my mother-in-law, and other women would linger in my mind, making it impossible for me to get through the loneliness and solitude. It's easy to imagine what it's like for a healthy 33-year-old man to be without a woman. When I returned home, my mother-in-law was already there. Before my brother-in-law's wedding, I had sent my daughter to my mother so that my mother-in-law could help with the wedding preparations. Now it was just the two of us at home. Because I had drunk too much, I collapsed onto the sofa as soon as I entered. My mother-in-law poured me a glass of water, saying the bathwater was ready and she was going to take a bath, and that I should rest as well. But I had no intention of resting. I kept fantasizing about my mother-in-law's bathing and whether I should do what I had always wanted to do that night. I wondered if my mother-in-law, with my father-in-law gone less than a year ago and her daughter only six months old, would agree to my request. Did she even have those feelings? Perhaps she had come to her senses, and the alcohol had given her courage, so she wasn't thinking so much anymore, and would just play it by ear. When I felt my mother-in-law was almost finished showering, I pretended to fall asleep on the sofa. When she finished and noticed I was asleep, she muttered to herself, "See, you didn't even cover yourself. What if you catch a cold?" She called me a few times, but I pretended to be fast asleep and didn't wake her. I vaguely felt her cover me with something, take off my shoes, and lift my legs onto the sofa. I heard her footsteps as she left, which added a little disappointment, but thinking that there was still plenty of time, I was confident I could wait, so I continued to pretend to be asleep and didn't get up immediately. I opened my eyes and realized all the lights in the house were off. I knew my mother-in-law had gone to sleep, but I still didn't get up. My mind was racing, wondering what to do next. My throat was churning, my blood was boiling, and I desperately wanted to go there immediately… I couldn't wait any longer. I got up, drank the water my mother-in-law had poured for me, washed my face and feet, and brushed my teeth—brushing them especially long to get rid of the alcohol taste in my mouth. I even cleaned my genitals. Then I went straight to my mother-in-law's room. She slept in the double bed my wife and I shared; usually, when she came to our house, she slept in the double bed with the children. Perhaps she was prepared and already knew what I was going to do (later, my mother-in-law told me…).(This is mine), so the door wasn't closed. After I went in, I called out "Mom!" My mother-in-law responded; she wasn't asleep yet. Then I immediately said, "Mom, I want to sleep here. I hope you'll agree." My mother-in-law didn't answer immediately, just paused for a moment, and then said, "I know what's on your mind. You really are a good man and a good son-in-law! I'm truly grateful for all the help you've given me, whether it's financial, familial, or emotional support. I will never forget it! The only way I can repay you is by helping you raise your child to adulthood! Your child will always be my grandson! You should find another woman and start a new family. With your looks and circumstances, you could easily find a young and beautiful girl. I'm old; I can't hurt you. You shouldn't have those thoughts about me; you'll regret it. Besides, our current state of mind doesn't allow us to do that!" I said, "Mom, don't say anymore. What you said is what I should do. I won't consider getting married for the next few years. We'll talk about it when the children are older. You'll have to take care of our daughter. Raising the children is my greatest wish, and I should be grateful to you. As for what I'm going to do, I won't regret it. I've thought about it early and maturely. Before I get married, you can live with me and help me take care of the children. You won't have to worry about me when you get old. Although you have a son, I'm also your son. I will take care of you until the end. You will always be my mother." My mother-in-law was moved to tears again by what I said, and she talked about how hard her life had been, and so on. Seeing that I was still standing and talking to her, my mother-in-law quickly said, "Sit on the bed! Your legs look so tired!" I playfully said, "Mom, you promised me?" As I said this, I sat on the edge of the bed where my mother-in-law was sleeping and leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. My mother-in-law tugged at my arm and said, "You're so kind! Come on up and sleep!" My mother-in-law wasn't wearing the tank top I'd seen her in before; she was only wearing a bra, and almost naked from the waist down, only pink thong panties. I quickly took off all my clothes, and we embraced. I held her tightly, kissing her passionately, caressing her smooth, soft muscles from head to toe, leaving no part untouched. I hadn't been with a woman for six months, and my emotions were more intense than ever before, even more so than on our wedding night. As I touched her, I removed my mother-in-law's bra and panties. Her full body merged with mine, and we both let out satisfied moans… That's how I spent my second wedding night. My mother-in-law said it was also her second wedding night. She said she was very happy, happier than ever before. In 11 years, it was the first time she had made love with a young and strong man 21 years younger than her, and he was her son-in-law. She was so excited. She also said it was purely God's arrangement, including the misfortunes that had happened in her family. She said that after being a widow for so many years, God arranged for her to find the happiest, most fulfilling, most unspeakable, and most shameful love in her life at the age of 54. She cried. I asked her why, and my mother-in-law said it was tears of happiness. My mother-in-law and I spent the entire night in happiness and joy. We kissed, caressed, and made love constantly, as if God had only given us one night, and neither of us wanted to let this precious night go to waste. Time flew by, and before we knew it, it was broad daylight. We had no intention of getting up; we both seemed very tired. My mother-in-law lay sprawled on the bed, not wanting to move at all. She didn't say a word, but just nodded and smiled at me from time to time. I knew it was a happy smile, a satisfied smile, and a smile that was hard to describe in words. I lifted the covers, wanting to see my mother-in-law's body. She shyly tried to stop me, but I still pulled the covers off. Her entire body was exposed to me, completely naked. Except for her slightly sagging breasts, everything else was very attractive to me: fair skin, a slightly protruding belly, large buttocks, a full figure, and her lower body was simply breathtaking. As I looked, my interest was aroused again. My mother-in-law said it wasn't good for her health and that we should wait until tonight. But I wouldn't listen. We embraced each other again, and I felt more satisfied than ever before. My mother-in-law was too weak to move anymore; she just closed her eyes and waited quietly for my moment of happiness to arrive. My mother-in-law stayed at my house for five days. During those five days, I spent all my evenings with her, except when I was at work. She suggested I bring my child back so she could legitimately stay with me long-term. I asked her why she didn't wake me up that night, why we slept in the same bed, and whether she intentionally put her arm around me when she turned over. She said she didn't know, but confirmed she was asleep with her arm around me. I also asked her if she had any feelings for me since that night. She said yes, of course she did. She hoped to be with me when she was away on her business trip, but didn't have the chance. I then asked if her brother-in-law's wedding yesterday was an excuse to come to my house to make things happen, and if taking a bath was also a way for us to be together. She just smiled and didn't answer, saying I asked too many questions and wouldn't answer anymore. Later, whenever I asked her about this, she would always avoid answering. At that point, I would hug her, tickle her, and try to get her to say she had feelings for me for a long time. I would joke around with her, and the more I teased her, the more I wanted her. She always seemed to satisfy my desires, whether it was day or night. My mother-in-law said she was afraid this would ruin me, that I wouldn't find a partner, and that the neighbors would find out and it would be embarrassing. I said the neighbors wouldn't suspect us; they all know you're there to help take care of my child. I really won't look for another partner; you're enough. We can completely meet each other's needs, and we can live together. My mother-in-law said living together was absolutely impossible; this could only be temporary, and that you'd get tired of me when I got old. I said, "Mom, I will love you for the rest of my life, until you leave this world." Strangely enough, I said it, and I did it. I truly did it. My beloved mother-in-law left this world. In 2002, another misfortune befell my mother-in-law. She followed my father-in-law in death, suffering from the same "heart attack" as her daughter. I happened to be on a business trip to Zhengzhou when I received a call from my brother-in-law. I was heartbroken and rushed back without staying a minute longer. I lay on my mother-in-law's coffin, crying my heart out. I became seriously ill and stayed home for half a month without going to work. Looking back on the days I spent with my mother-in-law, we talked about everything and did everything together. We ate and slept together, talked, traveled together, and even bathed together. Although she wasn't my wife, she was better than my wife, fulfilling all the duties and responsibilities of a wife. She cooked for me, did my laundry, took care of the children, and brought me medicine and water when I was sick. We lived together for almost two whole years. Later, my brother-in-law's wife had a child, so we rarely spent long periods together, but we would still stay together for a few days each month. Although my daughter was getting older, she rarely woke up at night. Occasionally, my mother-in-law would immediately put on her underwear and go to her. I could only lie and say she went to the toilet. Children trust people the most. Later, at my mother-in-law's urging, I married a woman. She herself introduced me to a civil servant who had been married for a few months. We were the same age, and she had never had children, which is why my mother-in-law introduced us. But we could only live together; there was no real affection between us. After remarrying, I still couldn't forget my mother-in-law. It was always either me visiting her or her visiting mine. I firmly believed that no one could replace her, so we continued our happy love until I went on a business trip to Zhengzhou. Thankfully, after so many years of love, no one has ever suspected us of having any infidelity. Perhaps this has a lot to do with my respectable, refined, and composed appearance. [The End]"I will take care of you until the end; you will always be my mother." My mother-in-law was moved to tears again by my words, and she talked about how hard her life had been, and so on. Seeing that I was still standing and talking to her, she quickly said, "Sit on the bed! Your legs are so tired from standing!" I playfully said, "Mom, you promised me?" As I said this, I sat on the edge of the bed where my mother-in-law slept, and leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. My mother-in-law tugged at my arm and said, "You're so good; come and sleep here!" My mother-in-law wasn't wearing the vest I had seen her in before; she was only wearing a bra, and she was almost naked from the waist down, wearing only pink thongs. I quickly took off all my clothes, and we hugged each other tightly. I held my mother-in-law tightly and kissed her passionately, caressing her smooth, soft muscles all over, from top to bottom, not missing a single inch. I hadn't been with a woman for half a year, and at this moment, my feelings were more excited than ever before, even more excited than on our wedding night. As I touched her, I removed my mother-in-law's bra and panties. Her full body merged with mine, and we both let out satisfied moans… That's how I spent my second wedding night. My mother-in-law said it was also her second wedding night. She said she was very happy, happier than ever before. In 11 years, it was the first time she had made love with a young and strong man 21 years younger than her, and he was her son-in-law. She was so excited. She also said it was purely God's arrangement, including the misfortunes that had happened in her family. She said that after being a widow for so many years, God arranged for her to find the happiest, most fulfilling, most unspeakable, and most shameful love in her life at the age of 54. She cried. I asked her why, and my mother-in-law said it was tears of happiness. My mother-in-law and I spent the entire night in happiness and joy. We kissed, caressed, and made love constantly, as if God had only given us one night, and neither of us wanted to let this precious night go to waste. Time flew by, and before we knew it, it was broad daylight. We had no intention of getting up; we both seemed very tired. My mother-in-law lay sprawled on the bed, not wanting to move at all. She didn't say a word, but just nodded and smiled at me from time to time. I knew it was a happy smile, a satisfied smile, and a smile that was hard to describe in words. I lifted the covers, wanting to see my mother-in-law's body. She shyly tried to stop me, but I still pulled the covers off. Her entire body was exposed to me, completely naked. Except for her slightly sagging breasts, everything else was very attractive to me: fair skin, a slightly protruding belly, large buttocks, a full figure, and her lower body was simply breathtaking. As I looked, my interest was aroused again. My mother-in-law said it wasn't good for her health and that we should wait until tonight. But I wouldn't listen. We embraced each other again, and I felt more satisfied than ever before. My mother-in-law was too weak to move anymore; she just closed her eyes and waited quietly for my moment of happiness to arrive. My mother-in-law stayed at my house for five days. During those five days, I spent all my evenings with her, except when I was at work. She suggested I bring my child back so she could legitimately stay with me long-term. I asked her why she didn't wake me up that night, why we slept in the same bed, and whether she intentionally put her arm around me when she turned over. She said she didn't know, but confirmed she was asleep with her arm around me. I also asked her if she had any feelings for me since that night. She said yes, of course she did. She hoped to be with me when she was away on her business trip, but didn't have the chance. I then asked if her brother-in-law's wedding yesterday was an excuse to come to my house to make things happen, and if taking a bath was also a way for us to be together. She just smiled and didn't answer, saying I asked too many questions and wouldn't answer anymore. Later, whenever I asked her about this, she would always avoid answering. At that point, I would hug her, tickle her, and try to get her to say she had feelings for me for a long time. I would joke around with her, and the more I teased her, the more I wanted her. She always seemed to satisfy my desires, whether it was day or night. My mother-in-law said she was afraid this would ruin me, that I wouldn't find a partner, and that the neighbors would find out and it would be embarrassing. I said the neighbors wouldn't suspect us; they all know you're there to help take care of my child. I really won't look for another partner; you're enough. We can completely meet each other's needs, and we can live together. My mother-in-law said living together was absolutely impossible; this could only be temporary, and that you'd get tired of me when I got old. I said, "Mom, I will love you for the rest of my life, until you leave this world." Strangely enough, I said it, and I did it. I truly did it. My beloved mother-in-law left this world. In 2002, another misfortune befell my mother-in-law. She followed my father-in-law in death, suffering from the same "heart attack" as her daughter. I happened to be on a business trip to Zhengzhou when I received a call from my brother-in-law. I was heartbroken and rushed back without staying a minute longer. I lay on my mother-in-law's coffin, crying my heart out. I became seriously ill and stayed home for half a month without going to work. Looking back on the days I spent with my mother-in-law, we talked about everything and did everything together. We ate and slept together, talked, traveled together, and even bathed together. Although she wasn't my wife, she was better than my wife, fulfilling all the duties and responsibilities of a wife. She cooked for me, did my laundry, took care of the children, and brought me medicine and water when I was sick. We lived together for almost two whole years. Later, my brother-in-law's wife had a child, so we rarely spent long periods together, but we would still stay together for a few days each month. Although my daughter was getting older, she rarely woke up at night. Occasionally, my mother-in-law would immediately put on her underwear and go to her. I could only lie and say she went to the toilet. Children trust people the most. Later, at my mother-in-law's urging, I married a woman. She herself introduced me to a civil servant who had been married for a few months. We were the same age, and she had never had children, which is why my mother-in-law introduced us. But we could only live together; there was no real affection between us. After remarrying, I still couldn't forget my mother-in-law. It was always either me visiting her or her visiting mine. I firmly believed that no one could replace her, so we continued our happy love until I went on a business trip to Zhengzhou. Thankfully, after so many years of love, no one has ever suspected us of having any infidelity. Perhaps this has a lot to do with my respectable, refined, and composed appearance. [The End]"I will take care of you until the end; you will always be my mother." My mother-in-law was moved to tears again by my words, and she talked about how hard her life had been, and so on. Seeing that I was still standing and talking to her, she quickly said, "Sit on the bed! Your legs are so tired from standing!" I playfully said, "Mom, you promised me?" As I said this, I sat on the edge of the bed where my mother-in-law slept, and leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. My mother-in-law tugged at my arm and said, "You're so good; come and sleep here!" My mother-in-law wasn't wearing the vest I had seen her in before; she was only wearing a bra, and she was almost naked from the waist down, wearing only pink thongs. I quickly took off all my clothes, and we hugged each other tightly. I held my mother-in-law tightly and kissed her passionately, caressing her smooth, soft muscles all over, from top to bottom, not missing a single inch. I hadn't been with a woman for half a year, and at this moment, my feelings were more excited than ever before, even more excited than on our wedding night. As I touched her, I removed my mother-in-law's bra and panties. Her full body merged with mine, and we both let out satisfied moans… That's how I spent my second wedding night. My mother-in-law said it was also her second wedding night. She said she was very happy, happier than ever before. In 11 years, it was the first time she had made love with a young and strong man 21 years younger than her, and he was her son-in-law. She was so excited. She also said it was purely God's arrangement, including the misfortunes that had happened in her family. She said that after being a widow for so many years, God arranged for her to find the happiest, most fulfilling, most unspeakable, and most shameful love in her life at the age of 54. She cried. I asked her why, and my mother-in-law said it was tears of happiness. My mother-in-law and I spent the entire night in happiness and joy. We kissed, caressed, and made love constantly, as if God had only given us one night, and neither of us wanted to let this precious night go to waste. Time flew by, and before we knew it, it was broad daylight. We had no intention of getting up; we both seemed very tired. My mother-in-law lay sprawled on the bed, not wanting to move at all. She didn't say a word, but just nodded and smiled at me from time to time. I knew it was a happy smile, a satisfied smile, and a smile that was hard to describe in words. I lifted the covers, wanting to see my mother-in-law's body. She shyly tried to stop me, but I still pulled the covers off. Her entire body was exposed to me, completely naked. Except for her slightly sagging breasts, everything else was very attractive to me: fair skin, a slightly protruding belly, large buttocks, a full figure, and her lower body was simply breathtaking. As I looked, my interest was aroused again. My mother-in-law said it wasn't good for her health and that we should wait until tonight. But I wouldn't listen. We embraced each other again, and I felt more satisfied than ever before. My mother-in-law was too weak to move anymore; she just closed her eyes and waited quietly for my moment of happiness to arrive. My mother-in-law stayed at my house for five days. During those five days, I spent all my evenings with her, except when I was at work. She suggested I bring my child back so she could legitimately stay with me long-term. I asked her why she didn't wake me up that night, why we slept in the same bed, and whether she intentionally put her arm around me when she turned over. She said she didn't know, but confirmed she was asleep with her arm around me. I also asked her if she had any feelings for me since that night. She said yes, of course she did. She hoped to be with me when she was away on her business trip, but didn't have the chance. I then asked if her brother-in-law's wedding yesterday was an excuse to come to my house to make things happen, and if taking a bath was also a way for us to be together. She just smiled and didn't answer, saying I asked too many questions and wouldn't answer anymore. Later, whenever I asked her about this, she would always avoid answering. At that point, I would hug her, tickle her, and try to get her to say she had feelings for me for a long time. I would joke around with her, and the more I teased her, the more I wanted her. She always seemed to satisfy my desires, whether it was day or night. My mother-in-law said she was afraid this would ruin me, that I wouldn't find a partner, and that the neighbors would find out and it would be embarrassing. I said the neighbors wouldn't suspect us; they all know you're there to help take care of my child. I really won't look for another partner; you're enough. We can completely meet each other's needs, and we can live together. My mother-in-law said living together was absolutely impossible; this could only be temporary, and that you'd get tired of me when I got old. I said, "Mom, I will love you for the rest of my life, until you leave this world." Strangely enough, I said it, and I did it. I truly did it. My beloved mother-in-law left this world. In 2002, another misfortune befell my mother-in-law. She followed my father-in-law in death, suffering from the same "heart attack" as her daughter. I happened to be on a business trip to Zhengzhou when I received a call from my brother-in-law. I was heartbroken and rushed back without staying a minute longer. I lay on my mother-in-law's coffin, crying my heart out. I became seriously ill and stayed home for half a month without going to work. Looking back on the days I spent with my mother-in-law, we talked about everything and did everything together. We ate and slept together, talked, traveled together, and even bathed together. Although she wasn't my wife, she was better than my wife, fulfilling all the duties and responsibilities of a wife. She cooked for me, did my laundry, took care of the children, and brought me medicine and water when I was sick. We lived together for almost two whole years. Later, my brother-in-law's wife had a child, so we rarely spent long periods together, but we would still stay together for a few days each month. Although my daughter was getting older, she rarely woke up at night. Occasionally, my mother-in-law would immediately put on her underwear and go to her. I could only lie and say she went to the toilet. Children trust people the most. Later, at my mother-in-law's urging, I married a woman. She herself introduced me to a civil servant who had been married for a few months. We were the same age, and she had never had children, which is why my mother-in-law introduced us. But we could only live together; there was no real affection between us. After remarrying, I still couldn't forget my mother-in-law. It was always either me visiting her or her visiting mine. I firmly believed that no one could replace her, so we continued our happy love until I went on a business trip to Zhengzhou. Thankfully, after so many years of love, no one has ever suspected us of having any infidelity. Perhaps this has a lot to do with my respectable, refined, and composed appearance. [The End]My mother-in-law was too weak to move anymore, so she just closed her eyes and waited quietly for my happy moment to arrive. She stayed at my house for five days. During those five days, I spent all my evenings with her, except when I was at work. She told me to bring the child back so she could legitimately stay with me long-term. I asked her why she didn't wake me that night, why we slept in the same bed, and whether she intentionally put her arm around me when she turned over. She said she didn't know, but she definitely fell asleep with her arm around me. I also asked her if she had any feelings for me since that night. She said yes, of course she did. She hoped to be with me when she was away on her business trip, but she didn't have the chance. I then asked if her brother-in-law's wedding yesterday was a deliberate excuse to come to my house to make things happen, and whether taking a bath was also for us to be together. She just smiled and didn't answer, saying I was asking too many questions and wouldn't answer any more. Later, whenever I asked her about it, she would never answer. At that point, I would hug her, deliberately tickling her to make her say she'd had feelings for me for a long time. I would joke with her, and the more I teased her, the more I wanted her. She always satisfied my desires, day or night. My mother-in-law said she was afraid this would ruin me, that I wouldn't find a partner, and that the neighbors would find out and it would be embarrassing. I said the neighbors wouldn't suspect anything; they all knew I was there to help with the children. I really wouldn't look for another partner; you were enough. We could completely meet each other's needs, and we could live together. My mother-in-law said living together was absolutely impossible; this could only be temporary, and she would get tired of me when I got old. I said, "Mom, I will love you for the rest of my life, until you leave this world." Strangely, I said it, and I did it. I truly did it. My mother-in-law, whom I loved, left this world. In 2002, another misfortune befell my mother-in-law. She followed my father-in-law in death, suffering from the same "heart attack" as her daughter. I happened to be on a business trip to Zhengzhou when I received a call from my brother-in-law. I was heartbroken and rushed back without staying a minute longer. I lay on my mother-in-law's coffin and cried my heart out. I fell seriously ill and stayed at home for half a month without going to work. Looking back on the days I spent with my mother-in-law, we talked about everything and did everything together. We ate and slept together, talked, traveled together, and even bathed together. Although she wasn't my wife, she was better than my wife, fulfilling all the duties and responsibilities of a wife. She cooked for me, did my laundry, took care of the children, and brought me medicine and water when I was sick. We lived together for almost two whole years. Later, my brother-in-law's wife had a child, so we rarely spent long periods together, but we would still stay together for a few days each month. Although my daughter was getting older, she rarely woke up at night. Occasionally, my mother-in-law would immediately put on her underwear and go to her. I could only lie and say she went to the toilet. Children trust people the most. Later, at my mother-in-law's urging, I married a woman. She herself introduced me to a civil servant who had been married for a few months. We were the same age, and she had never had children, which is why my mother-in-law introduced us. But we could only live together; there was no real affection between us. After remarrying, I still couldn't forget my mother-in-law. It was always either me visiting her or her visiting mine. I firmly believed that no one could replace her, so we continued our happy love until I went on a business trip to Zhengzhou. Thankfully, after so many years of love, no one has ever suspected us of having any infidelity. Perhaps this has a lot to do with my respectable, refined, and composed appearance. [The End]My mother-in-law was too weak to move anymore, so she just closed her eyes and waited quietly for my happy moment to arrive. She stayed at my house for five days. During those five days, I spent all my evenings with her, except when I was at work. She told me to bring the child back so she could legitimately stay with me long-term. I asked her why she didn't wake me that night, why we slept in the same bed, and whether she intentionally put her arm around me when she turned over. She said she didn't know, but she definitely fell asleep with her arm around me. I also asked her if she had any feelings for me since that night. She said yes, of course she did. She hoped to be with me when she was away on her business trip, but she didn't have the chance. I then asked if her brother-in-law's wedding yesterday was a deliberate excuse to come to my house to make things happen, and whether taking a bath was also for us to be together. She just smiled and didn't answer, saying I was asking too many questions and wouldn't answer any more. Later, whenever I asked her about it, she would never answer. At that point, I would hug her, deliberately tickling her to make her say she'd had feelings for me for a long time. I would joke with her, and the more I teased her, the more I wanted her. She always satisfied my desires, day or night. My mother-in-law said she was afraid this would ruin me, that I wouldn't find a partner, and that the neighbors would find out and it would be embarrassing. I said the neighbors wouldn't suspect anything; they all knew I was there to help with the children. I really wouldn't look for another partner; you were enough. We could completely meet each other's needs, and we could live together. My mother-in-law said living together was absolutely impossible; this could only be temporary, and she would get tired of me when I got old. I said, "Mom, I will love you for the rest of my life, until you leave this world." Strangely, I said it, and I did it. I truly did it. My mother-in-law, whom I loved, left this world. In 2002, another misfortune befell my mother-in-law. She followed my father-in-law in death, suffering from the same "heart attack" as her daughter. I happened to be on a business trip to Zhengzhou when I received a call from my brother-in-law. I was heartbroken and rushed back without staying a minute longer. I lay on my mother-in-law's coffin and cried my heart out. I fell seriously ill and stayed at home for half a month without going to work. Looking back on the days I spent with my mother-in-law, we talked about everything and did everything together. We ate and slept together, talked, traveled together, and even bathed together. Although she wasn't my wife, she was better than my wife, fulfilling all the duties and responsibilities of a wife. She cooked for me, did my laundry, took care of the children, and brought me medicine and water when I was sick. We lived together for almost two whole years. Later, my brother-in-law's wife had a child, so we rarely spent long periods together, but we would still stay together for a few days each month. Although my daughter was getting older, she rarely woke up at night. Occasionally, my mother-in-law would immediately put on her underwear and go to her. I could only lie and say she went to the toilet. Children trust people the most. Later, at my mother-in-law's urging, I married a woman. She herself introduced me to a civil servant who had been married for a few months. We were the same age, and she had never had children, which is why my mother-in-law introduced us. But we could only live together; there was no real affection between us. After remarrying, I still couldn't forget my mother-in-law. It was always either me visiting her or her visiting mine. I firmly believed that no one could replace her, so we continued our happy love until I went on a business trip to Zhengzhou. Thankfully, after so many years of love, no one has ever suspected us of having any infidelity. Perhaps this has a lot to do with my respectable, refined, and composed appearance. [The End]

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