Two beds

There's a large double bed in my house, about thirty years old. According to my dad, it was the bed he bought when he and my mom got married. Back then, it was made of high-quality wood, sturdy and durable. But now it's a bit old. Two years ago, I took out the mattress and repainted the whole bed, sanding off the old, peeling paint and then applying two coats of pink to match the room's color scheme. My dad, who loves old things, didn't approve of this. He spent five or six hundred thousand yuan on an antique camphor wood bed that he claimed was made during the Qing Dynasty, saying that sleeping on it felt like going back to ancient times. Yet he firmly opposed me getting a new bed, which was a bit unreasonable. So, between throwing it away and getting a new paint job, my dad had no choice but to let me apply the new pink paint.
Uh, pink. It's not my fault, my wife loves pink. Our whole room is pink—pink walls, pink curtains, and a pink bed. Although the bed has been repainted, it's quite old, and it creaks every time my wife and I make love on it. But I actually like that sound; it makes me feel like I'm very vigorous, giving me extra energy.
Sometimes my dad, who lives downstairs, would complain, "Damn it, you should lift a little lighter. I can hear that bed creaking all night long. Can't you be a little more considerate of this lonely old man?"
At this point, I would always laugh and say, "I inherited this from you. If I didn't put in a little effort, how would I give you a grandson to hold?" Finally, I would add, "My second son's strength is also inherited from you." At this point, my son and I would look at each other and burst into laughter.
We live in a three-story detached house that we built ourselves. When I was a child, it was an old bungalow by the roadside. Later, when we had money, my father renovated it into a three-story mansion. The first floor was used as a garage, kitchen, and dining room. My father, who lived alone, lived on the second floor, and my wife and I lived on the third floor. Of course, the house, which was about 80 square meters, was a bit empty with only three people living in it. A little over a year ago, my sister-in-law was admitted to a university near our home. After discussing it with my wife, we decided to give her a spare room on the third floor. However, my wife probably never imagined that her sister would sleep with me. Moreover, we often made that 30-year-old bed creak. Otherwise, she wouldn't have let her sister live on the same floor as us.
Honestly, my wife and her sister are both good-looking. Both sisters are tall and slender, and both have long hair. My wife is a bit shorter than her sister, but her breasts are much bigger. However, bigger breasts are inevitably looser. Although her sister is a size smaller, her breasts are very bouncy. They each have their own advantages. In addition, my sister-in-law is younger and likes to dance. Her slender waist is really breathtaking when she sways, as if she's going to break my brother. Although I have super strong stamina and a big, durable penis, sometimes when I'm having sex with my sister at night, after a long day at get off work, I still have to rush to have sex with my sister before my wife gets home. Dealing with both sisters at the same time is sometimes a bit too much for me.
If you ask me how I'm so lucky to have gotten together with two beautiful sisters, I'll tell you, "It's all fate." Or, to paraphrase a line from the movie *The God of Cookery*, "These things are all about talent."
Actually, this is all my wife's fault. Which industry is easy to run? Why did she have to work for a travel agency? She's so competitive and often works overtime and comes home late or leads tours abroad. Her sister is also incredibly beautiful. I'm not some saint, so it's not entirely my fault that I ended up with her pretty sister. You could even say it's her sister's fault. I just happened to be there and happened to have a hard penis.
This happened last summer. It was a very hot day. I went to a strip karaoke bar with a client until after 11 p.m., and we drank some alcohol. When I got home and opened the door, I saw her younger sister on the sofa, wearing only a thin t-shirt and shorts, asleep in the living room watching TV. I had forgotten that my wife was on a tour that day, and for a moment I thought it was my wife lying there trying to seduce me. Besides, with her long, slender, fair legs curled up on the sofa, and her breasts exposed under the thin t-shirt without a bra, even if I recognized her as my sister-in-law and not my wife, I think this might still have happened.
I don't remember the beginning very clearly, but according to my sister-in-law, she went out with friends that night, drank some alcohol, took a shower when she got home, threw her clothes in the washing machine, and watched TV in the living room. She fell asleep while watching TV, which is why she was dressed like that. When I first started groping her, she thought she was having a wet dream. When she woke up, I had already taken off her lower body, pulled up her t-shirt, and her nipples were bouncing under my tongue. To make matters worse, I had already spread her legs, and my hot glans had parted her soft pubic hair, pushed open her pink flesh, and was about to plunge into her wet and secret place.
My sister-in-law insists that she said something like, "Brother-in-law, no!" or something similar, but I have no memory of it. Who knows if she's just making it up? All I remember is her long, slender legs tightly wrapped around my waist, which I'd developed from years of swimming, her nails digging into my back muscles, her beautiful hair cascading over my leather sofa, as she cried out, "I'm there... Ahhh... No more... No more... You're so strong... Help... I'm going to die..."
I'm certain that I recognized her as my sister-in-law, not my wife, because my wife is always quiet in bed. Although she might wrap her legs around my waist and hold me tightly, and the walls of her vagina might clench around my hot penis, she would never scream so wildly, nor would she thrust her hips so violently that her mons pubis would slam against me.
Although I had already recognized that she wasn't my wife, my sister-in-law certainly knew even better that this was no dream. However, under the circumstances, we simply couldn't stop. I admit I had never experienced such exciting sex before, and I think my sister-in-law had too. I pulled her two white and tender legs onto the back of the sofa, and I could clearly see my big penis with bulging veins, thrusting again and again into my sister-in-law's red and juicy flesh. The pink flesh moved in and out with my movements, and the thick white fluid that spurted out with our movements seemed to bloom like flowers on her soft pubic hair.
My sister-in-law could no longer scream under my relentless assault. The only sounds in the small living room were my heavy breathing and my sister-in-law's plaintive sobs, accompanied by the "slap slap" of muscles colliding and the "plop" of my penis thrusting in and out of her juicy hole, creating a symphony of sexual pleasure.
I don't know how many times I brought my sister-in-law to orgasm, but then I buried my glans deep into her hot womb, spraying copious amounts of semen onto her trembling uterine walls. She let out a long, soft moan, her body and vagina convulsing uncontrollably, clinging tightly to me. My penis inside her seemed to have been without a woman for ten years, trembling and spurting out large amounts of semen.
After our breathing gradually calmed down, the alcohol in my brain had been completely burned away by the passion we had just shared. But my penis was still inside my sister-in-law's warm and tight vagina, and her elastic young breasts were pressed tightly against my chest muscles. Her fragrant breath was blowing directly onto my neck. I looked down to look at her, but she buried her head tightly against me.
"Are you comfortable?" I asked her.
"Hmm." She didn't say anything. I tried to get away from her, but she held me tightly.
For a long time, we didn't speak, just held each other tightly. I didn't know what she was thinking, but my mind was blank. I slept with my wife's sister, which was wrong, even if I had been drinking, it was still wrong. But... but... this feeling was fucking amazing. Since I had my first time with my girlfriend when I was nineteen, I've slept with many women, including prostitutes, but I've never felt this good. I think my little brother probably felt the same way, because inside her, that troublesome rod had started to get hard again.
My sister-in-law noticed this immediately, after all, there's a difference between a hot, hard penis and a soft, listless one. This time, she tried to separate our tightly intertwined bodies. She twisted her body, but I held her down tightly and wouldn't let her go.
"No, please," my sister-in-law whispered, her voice thick with a nasal tone. "Get up, don't press down on me." Uh, I admit that after my first time, I had a little pang of conscience, but now that my throbbing penis was inside my sister-in-law's tender hole, I could clearly feel the tightness and warmth of her vagina. Under these circumstances, my meager conscience had long since vanished, so I didn't answer, but instead hugged her even tighter.
"You bullied me, I'll tell my sister, you scumbag, get away from me..." Auntie raised her voice and scolded.
As she spoke, she tried to break free from my hold, her slender body twisting and turning beneath me as she tried to roll over, her soft little hands pressing against my shoulders as she tried to push me away. But this was not an effective move, not only because of the difference in strength between us, but also because her raised mons pubis kept slamming against my genitals with each movement, my burning glans rubbing and bumping against her clitoris, while her breasts massaged my chest as if giving me a Thai bath.
My aunt clearly realized it wasn't working. She stopped struggling, panting, and her body temperature, which had been a little cold, seemed to rise again. I looked down at her flushed face and bright eyes glistening with pitiful tears; everything about her conveyed a pitiful, wronged look that truly broke my heart. My older sister often uses this tactic too, but it just never works on me.
"Brother-in-law, we can't do this. Please get up." My aunt seemed to sense that I was softening, so she changed to pleading. Her voice was so soft and her tone so earnest that it was impossible to refuse.
"This..." I hesitated, but my aunt's voice brought my last bit of conscience back to me.
"Get up, I won't tell my sister. Let's pretend this never happened, okay, brother-in-law?" My aunt continued to plead with her pitiful little girl voice. Looking at her pleading face and listening to her nasal pleas, I hesitated even more.
"Okay, you can't tell your older sister, okay? I was drunk just now, that's why I did that. I didn't mean to, it's your fault for dressing so provocatively." I admit I really couldn't resist this kind of attack, especially since it was indeed my fault.
"Okay, it's a deal. I won't tell my sister," Auntie said.
"Hmm, really?" I asked again. To be honest, I really didn't want to pull that rod out of her body. It felt so good that I couldn't help but start moving again, the glans rubbing against her warm and tight flesh.
"Really?" My aunt nodded and nudged me. "Get up! Don't keep moving around. Hey... don't move around! Ah... ah."
Hearing my aunt's alluring moans, I couldn't resist any longer. My penis, once it started moving, didn't want to stop. If I didn't do it now, I would be letting myself down, but if I did, I would be letting my wife down. But my wife wasn't there; instead, it was her beautiful younger sister. So, as I moved, I said to my aunt, "I'm sorry, little sister, I just couldn't resist. Look how hard I am."
"No... Brother-in-law... I can't let my sister down... Hey... Get up... Ah..." My aunt patted my shoulder, but her voice didn't sound like a refusal. Hmm... When I was in the throes of lust, I probably wouldn't have been able to tell.
"Just once more... that's enough... I won't do it again." I vigorously pushed my big cock deep into my aunt's body, probably making her weak all over. She even spread her tightly closed, plump legs, and my pubic bone slammed into her full, protruding mons pubis, my glans fiercely pounding into her clitoris.
"Ah... Brother-in-law... You... Ah... No... Ah... Ah... No... No... So comfortable... So good... So good... Stop... Stop for a moment... Oh..." My aunt started moaning again after my fierce attack. I really didn't understand how my aunt, who was only twenty years old, could moan so well. She was completely different from her older sister.
Amidst my aunt's moans, we engaged in passionate intercourse. The barriers of propriety that had separated us were shattered by my penis, and neither of us could resist the eruption of lust.
This time, unlike before when I was a little drunk and just focused on thrusting, I stopped pressing down on my sister-in-law when she gave up resisting. I turned her body ninety degrees so that her upper body was on the sofa and her legs were pulled up to her chest, folding her body in half. I placed my knees against the edge of the sofa so that my waist could move freely. My sister-in-law cooperated with me in changing positions. During the change of positions, she tightly wrapped her legs around my waist, ensuring that my penis never slipped out. This was a skill that her older sister couldn't do.
Once I was in position, I began alternating between deep and shallow thrusts, all the while watching my aunt's perfectly proportioned calves, which stretched straight down to her full, smooth thighs, above which were her fair, round, and pert buttocks. Her slender waist, bent at a 90-degree angle, showed no sign of excess fat. Her snow-white, firm breasts had two pink nipples. Looking down, I saw her pink, tender, and glistening labia, glistening with lustful moisture. And between them, my engorged, throbbing penis was thrusting in and out of her labia.
"How was it? Was it good?" I asked provocatively.
"So...so good...it feels so good," my aunt groaned in response.
"Is my penis big?" I continued to ask.
"Big...big..." Auntie said.
"Not enough..." I said unhappily, gripping the back of the chair with both hands and slamming it hard.
"Ah...so big...oh...faster...faster...ah ah...extra-large...ah...die...I'm going to die...big cock inside...it's killing me...ah...faster...ah...I'm dying...oh oh ah!" Under this onslaught, my aunt raised her voice and cried out. Before long, she reached another climax. The walls of her vagina sucked on my glans with each contraction and relaxation, making my whole body feel numb and tingly.
"You slut...be more lewd..." I cursed, ignoring her pleas for mercy, my big cock pounding into my aunt's flower, preparing to bring her to multiple orgasms.
"Oh... big meat stick... fuck... fuck my sister to death... I can't take it anymore... ah... so good... so good... I'm dying... ah... so deep... my sister is going to break... ah!" Auntie cried out loudly in a lustful voice.
"Wh-what sister? It's a vulva, you know what a vulva is?" I said.
"It's...oh...it's a super...super big dick...poke...poke it to burst...oh...my...vagina...I...oh oh ah..." Auntie obediently moaned, her beautiful eyes half-open, her face as if in a daze, looking completely bewildered, clearly on the verge of orgasm.
Her climax seemed even more intense this time; the contractions of her vagina were stronger, her fair face flushed like cherry blossoms in spring, and she writhed wildly, her slender fingers gripping my broad shoulders tightly. I had no choice but to lower her legs, hold her tightly, and stop thrusting. My glans pressed deeply against her clitoris, savoring every throbbing of her beautiful opening. Her smooth legs now tightly wrapped around my waist, rubbing her mons pubis against my genitals. Her wet, supple vagina gripped my penis, her clitoris opening and closing, biting at my glans. It was so beautiful I almost ejaculated, so I desperately contracted my groin muscles, forcing back my throbbing erection.
After a while, my aunt's heaving breasts finally calmed down, and she gently stroked my back with both hands. I guess I did a pretty good job just now. But then suddenly I felt a pain in my lower back. This woman actually pinched a small piece of my flesh with her fingernails and twisted it, tearing a small piece of flesh off my waist.
"Damn it!" I was about to curse out loud, but seeing my aunt's tearful face, I had to swallow the words back. Damn it, I just can't stand seeing women cry.
"You...you're so mean. Again...again..." My aunt really cried this time. Damn it, women are so weird. Just now she was calling me "dear brother," "good husband," and "big dick" like it was nothing, and now she's using those innocent, virginal tricks on me again.
"Don't cry, it's, it's my fault, I'm bad, I deserve to die, it's all because of my mom's lust, she forgets everything when she sees a pretty girl..." I slapped myself a few times, silently cursing in my heart, "Screw you, trying to pull this on? You think I can't play innocent? Do you think I wasn't a kid once? How I tricked your sister back then, I'll trick you the same way now." But the slaps stung my face, it really hurt. Damn, I haven't practiced in years, I don't know how to hold my own.
Perhaps I was bold enough, and the slap was forceful enough, because my aunt was stunned for a moment. Although tears were still on her face, at least she stopped sobbing. "Don't be like this, I didn't mean to blame you," my aunt said softly. "Actually, I was also at fault. I... you... I just didn't have the strength left." As she spoke, my aunt blushed and buried her head in my chest, revealing her snow-white neck glistening with sweat.
I tightened my grip on her arms, and she flinched slightly but didn't resist. "But I still have plenty of strength," I teased her in the ear, my still-erect penis throbbing inside her again.
"You're so annoying!" my aunt said, her voice devoid of any nasal tone.
"Is that good or bad?" I continued to ask.
"I can't explain it properly, but you won't listen," my aunt said. After pausing, she added, "Could you please not sit on the sofa? The sofa is uncomfortable."
"Okay, let's go into the room," I said, and just as I was about to get up, my aunt hugged me.
"Don't come out," she said, and her long legs wrapped around him again.
"Oh, how do I do that?" Moving it from the living room to the bed in the bedroom without pulling it out is going to be a bit difficult.
"Think for yourself. If you can't figure it out, then don't bother," she said, blinking as if she already knew the answer.
"Tch, this little thing is no problem for me, I'm just afraid you won't be able to handle it," I said, putting my hands on her knees. "Hold on tight!" I said.
My aunt hugged my neck tightly, and I slowly stood up. We'd been at it for a while, and my legs were almost too weak to stand. Luckily, I still go to the gym every week, so I didn't embarrass myself; I could still lift a woman weighing over 40 kilograms. So my aunt clung to me, and the fluids from our joined bodies slowly trickled down my thighs.
"My brother-in-law is very strong," my aunt said, pressing her lips to my earlobe and then sticking out her tongue to lick it.
"Get lost," I said irritably. "Why eat so much for no reason? It's heavy." I endured the itch as I slowly walked into the room.
I walked to the edge of the bed and slowly placed my aunt beside it. I began my assault, pulling my thick, long penis all the way in before inserting it completely. My aunt also thrust her slender waist forcefully to match my thrusts, producing loud clattering sounds. Even the old bed creaked and groaned, echoing our movements and moans. Under this intense intercourse, my whole body heated up, and beads of sweat appeared on my forehead. "I...I can't hold back...you...you hurry...hurry up..." My aunt held my head, moaning and crying out, struggling to hold back her orgasm, preparing to reach her climax at the same time as me.
"I...I'm almost there...just bear with it." I replied breathlessly, and her beautiful hole began to contract again. I vigorously thrust my penis in and out of her vagina, going all the way in with each stroke, each time slamming into her clitoris.
"Oh...I...really...ah..." Before I could finish speaking, my aunt suddenly hugged me tightly. The soft muscles in her honey pot gripped my penis like iron hoops, her cervix spasming and contracting. Hot vaginal fluid gushed onto my glans, making me see stars, my scalp tingle, and my legs tremble. I thrust in twice more, slamming my hot, swollen glans into my aunt's fiery uterus.
My aunt and I both let out a scream of ecstasy. Thick semen erupted from the tip of my glans, and countless tadpoles crashed against the walls of my aunt's uterus. My aunt convulsed beneath me, her vagina gripping my penis tightly as if trying to squeeze me dry, until the last drop of my semen flowed out.
I held my aunt's sweaty body in my arms. We were both too tired to move. Our breaths, fresh from the frenzy, brushed against each other's faces. My aunt smiled contentedly, and I smiled contentedly too. Reaching climax at the same time after intense intercourse was truly one of life's greatest pleasures. Neither of us wanted to separate, so my aunt and I fell asleep side by side like that.
From that day on, my aunt became my mistress. Whenever my wife wasn't home, she would sleep in my room. The funny thing is, every time my wife led a tour group abroad, she would tell her younger sister to keep a close eye on me. Haha... My wife not being home is what motivates me to come home early.
Speaking of which, it's 4:30 PM now. My wife is leading a delegation to the United States today, and the county magistrate is in the north for a meeting. As a civil servant, I naturally left work early to go home. I talked to my sister-in-law on the phone at noon. She didn't have any classes this afternoon, so I imagine she's probably at home taking a shower, putting on perfume, and getting ready, waiting for me to come home so we can get down to business.
My wife has dreamed since she was a child that she would have an eight-legged bed like her mother's when she got married. However, when we got married more than 30 years ago, no one made such a thing. So my father asked my uncle, who makes furniture, to make a bed. Although my uncle spared no expense, it was still not the eight-legged bridal bed that my wife had wanted since she was a child. But it was still a fine product at that time. It was made of high-quality Taiwanese camphor wood, and the legs of the bed were carved. In those days when everyone was poor, it was a very high-end item.
For decades, my wife never forgot the eight-legged bed in her mother's room. But by the time we were financially able to find a Qing Dynasty rosewood eight-legged carved bridal bed, my wife had already passed away. So I often lie on that antique bed thinking of my wife, of all the hardships she endured with me, and how she died before she could hold her grandchild. I can't help but sigh deeply. Besides lamenting her early death, I also lament that I've become a lonely old woman, with no one to talk to at night.
Since my wife passed away a few years ago, I haven't had much of a sex life. At first, my friends would invite me to teahouses to relax and meet up with some prostitutes. But one time, the head of the local police station invited me for tea, saying that they had been ordered by higher authorities to crack down on prostitution. I had been the head of the neighborhood for over ten years and had a good image. Plus, my son worked in the county government. He told me to go less often so I wouldn't get arrested and feel bad for him. After hearing what the head of the station said, I felt embarrassed to go anymore.
Later, someone advised me to go to the mainland to find a young lady to be my life partner. But I saw my elementary school classmate, Mr. Wu, whose family was in chaos because he married a young mainland girl in her early twenties. The whole family was in turmoil over the inheritance.
He was gossiped about by the neighbors when he took a mainland Chinese girl out, with them saying things like, "He's an old man who's taking advantage of a young woman," "His wife is younger than his daughter," "He's shameless," and "He's a lecherous old man." Thinking about it, it's probably better not to.
Every time I visit Wu Sang's house and see his young wife, I can't help but feel a little envious. But as much as I envy him, I don't have the nerve to imitate him.
So, ever since my son married a beautiful woman two years ago, listening to the creaking of that old bed upstairs at night has become my greatest pleasure. I often listen to that sound and fantasize about having sex with a beautiful woman on my own old pearwood eight-legged bed from the Qing Dynasty.
Yes, I admit, sometimes I imagine the beautiful woman lying on that antique bed is my wife, but I often fantasize about female celebrities and famous women. For example, I've fantasized about that former female minister who speaks fluent English, who is currently being talked about in the news, several times.
So when my son said he wanted to change his bed a while ago, I was firmly against it. Just kidding, I'm like a lone bird without a nest now. It's bad enough that I don't have a nest, but it's even worse if I can't even hear the birds chirping upstairs.
"Creak, creak," damn it, the creaking sound of the bed from upstairs came again. I looked at the clock, it's not even eight o'clock yet. My son is really something, he's really energetic.
I chuckled and continued watching TV. Huh? Wait a minute, didn't my wife, who works at a travel agency, say she was leading a tour group to America today? Damn, what's my son doing now? I thought for a moment, why would my son bring a woman home? Impossible, my wife's sister lives upstairs, and she went home around 4 PM today, so she shouldn't have gone out.
So, could it be my son and daughter-in-law's sister?
How could this be? How could my son betray my beautiful and considerate daughter-in-law? Every time my daughter-in-law goes abroad, she brings me gifts. She's beautiful, has big breasts, and often dresses very lightly in the summer, letting her father-in-law eat ice cream. This is unacceptable. My son's actions are too much. As her father, I must uphold justice and not bully her like this.
I opened the door, intending to go to the third floor, but stopped at the top of the stairs. No, this wouldn't be right. If this caused a scene, it wouldn't be good for anyone. If word got out, both families would lose face. And even if I went in and caught him in the act, what would I say? That woman might be my wife's sister, not some random woman. I can't ignore her reputation.
But if we just leave it like this, my wife and in-laws will find out about it sooner or later, which is not good. I must resolve this matter quietly before my wife finds out.
But how could I solve this? I went back to my room and racked my brains. As I thought about it, the bed upstairs kept creaking and groaning. Damn it, that brat was still having fun over there. Damn it, he'd slept with both of my wife's sisters. I imagined my son having sex with my wife's sister on that bed, and my mouth went dry. My penis even got hard, and I couldn't think of anything.
Just then, the TV news broadcast a story about a guy in central Taiwan who caught his wife drugging his coffee with a hidden camera. Hmm... that's a good idea. Let's get the evidence against them first.
So I found a company that installs surveillance equipment and told them that I suspected my son and daughter-in-law were planning to harm me, and asked them to install surveillance equipment. But I figured they wouldn't care what I wanted to do with it, since it was going to be installed in my house anyway.
So, taking advantage of the fact that no one was on the third floor during the day, I asked them to install pinhole cameras in the TVs in the living room and bedroom on the third floor, and at the same time run the cables to the recording equipment in my room on the second floor.
The installer carefully taught me how to switch cameras, zoom in and out, adjust the volume, and record video.
The night after I finished setting up the equipment, I found the evidence. My son and his wife's sister were acting like a married couple while my wife was away. They were not only naked and hugging each other in bed watching TV, but they were also kissing non-stop in the living room. They even had sex with the lights on at night. My wife's sister is such a slut. While watching the live broadcast of the intense battle on TV and hearing the creaking sounds coming from upstairs, I couldn't help but unzip my pants and start masturbating.
Seeing my son and his aunt engaged in a passionate battle on the screen, I quickly rubbed my penis. Amidst my low moans, my hands were already covered in sticky semen. Only then did I realize that I had forgotten to press the record button. Oh well, my wife isn't going back to China tomorrow anyway, so I guess this pair of lovebirds will continue their battle tomorrow. I'll just wait until tomorrow.
So I had to go to the bathroom to take a shower, hoping to calm down. But as I was showering, all I could think about was my son having sex with his aunt. Damn it, it's been so long since I've had sex with a woman. Tonight, I'm probably going to be a lonely bird without a nest again. It's truly like the old song, "Hey, hey... a lone bird cries for help, cries until the middle of the night, but has no nest to find..." This old song popped into my head. Damn it! My son has plenty to do, but his father doesn't. Sigh, old age is useless.
After I finished showering, I slowly walked back to my room wearing only my underwear. My crotch was still sticking out quite high. Sigh, it's rare for my old man to be so energetic, but as his older brother, I feel quite helpless.
"You, you're back?!"
I said in surprise.
"Something happened in the US, so my tour group had to come back early."
My wife sat on my antique bed, speaking listlessly.
I turned my head and saw that the TV in the room was still on, continuously broadcasting the live sex show between my son and his aunt upstairs.
The bed upstairs continued to creak with obscene sounds.
My obedient wife sat alone on the edge of my bed, head down, sobbing softly.
This is really bad. I have to turn off the TV right away, but when things get urgent, the remote control is nowhere to be found. I look left and right but can't find it. I have no choice but to block the TV screen with my body.
But that broken bed upstairs keeps making noise. Damn, I really should have let my son replace that bed in the first place.
"You, you..."
I blocked the TV and looked at my wife sitting on the edge of the bed. I didn't know what to say. I was anxious, but my mind was completely blank.
I saw my wife sitting on the edge of the bed, head down, sobbing. Her shoulders were trembling slightly. She was still wearing the suit and well-fitting trousers she wore when she went out, and a pair of short-heeled high heels were lying next to my pillow.
"You...you saw it," I asked.
The daughter-in-law nodded, without looking up, and said, "I just got home, intending to surprise him, but who knew they would do this in my room..."
As the daughter-in-law spoke, she began to cry, her frail body trembling.
"Didn't they see you?" I asked.
The daughter-in-law shook her head, her once beautiful long hair now appearing unusually delicate and weak as it swayed.
This really broke my heart. I sat down on the edge of the bed, put my hand on my wife's shoulder and said, "My dear wife, don't cry. Dad will get justice for you. It's all my fault for not teaching this son properly when he was young. I'll go upstairs and teach them a lesson. Don't cry, be good."
As I was about to get up after speaking, my wife immediately reached out to stop me. However, she kept her head down and didn't even look at me before reaching out to press me down. Of all places, she pressed down on my penis. This thing that was just hard a moment ago was really... a little painful when she pressed it so hard.
My daughter-in-law immediately noticed something was wrong, looked up at me, and a blush of embarrassment flashed across her tear-streaked face before she quickly lowered her head again.
I endured the pain, but dared not speak, and gritted my teeth as I sat back down. "No, Dad... If we make a scene now, the whole neighborhood will know. Let's talk about it tomorrow," my wife said.
"You're even saving face for them."
I said angrily, but although I was in the right, I couldn't help but lack the necessary strength to speak out.
"It's not about saving face for them, Dad. It's about letting Mom know. How am I going to explain this to her? She's always told me to take care of my sister, but who knew..."
My daughter-in-law cried as she reasoned with me, her father-in-law, saying, "Besides, if this gets out, everyone will lose face. They may not care about their reputation, but I do, and you, Father, as the village head, also have your pride."
"Yes, it's rare to see someone so thoughtful."
I sighed. My daughter-in-law's understanding made me feel even more sorry for her. "That's what I thought too, which is why I found someone to record this so my son could see it and be advised to know his limits. With such a good wife like you, how could he act recklessly?"
To my surprise, my daughter-in-law cried even harder after hearing this, and she even seemed a little irritated. I patted her shoulder with heartache and said, "Don't cry, don't cry. My son may be messing around, but I, as his father, only recognize you as my wife. Don't cry, be good."
At that moment, my wife turned around and leaned on my shoulder, crying. Warm tears seeped through her fingers and onto my shoulder, making me feel incredibly sorry for her.
I've lived for decades, but no woman has ever cried on my shoulder before, which makes me feel quite lost.
My wife and I were married through a matchmaker. Although we have a good relationship after marriage, we never follow the traditional marriage customs. I didn't know how to deal with it. Seeing my wife crying so sadly, I put my arm around her shoulder and let her tears flow down my shoulder. At that moment, I suddenly felt a sense of unease. I don't know why, but I just felt that I needed to make my wife feel better. However, I couldn't do anything and I couldn't do anything at all.
My daughter-in-law cried for a while, then gradually stopped. She lowered her head, pushed me away, and said, "Dad, I'll stay at a hotel for now and come back tomorrow."
"Are you alright? It's so late. Is it convenient for a woman like you to stay in a hotel?" I asked.
"There's nothing inconvenient about it," the daughter-in-law said, lifting her head and brushing her hair aside.
"With money, you can find a place to stay anywhere, so what's there to be afraid of?"
When she said that, her eyes were red and her cheeks were streaked with tears. It made my heart ache. I wanted to tell her not to stay in a hotel, since there were two empty rooms on my floor, but I didn't know how to bring it up.
Just as I was thinking about what to say, I noticed my wife's eyes suddenly become serious. Her almond-shaped eyes stared straight behind me. When I turned around, I saw that the live broadcast was showing the couple upstairs making out in bed. They were doing 69.
"What's up?"
I asked my wife, and her expression was a bit scary, her expression constantly changing. Her eyebrows would sometimes rise and sometimes furrow. I nudged her, but she remained motionless like a wooden doll.
I figured it must be because the TV was left on, so I got up to find the remote.
I had just stood up when my wife immediately hugged me from behind.
"Hold me," the wife said.
"What are you doing? I'm your father-in-law, don't do this."
I turned around and said that my wife's body was pressed against my back. I could clearly feel the pressure of her breasts. Her warm hands slowly slid down my chest, and her warm lips breathed a fragrant breath into my ear.
Damn it, I'm going to go crazy if this keeps up.
My wife didn't answer me. She slowly rubbed my body, her hands slipping inside my underwear and touching my penis. The warm touch of her young fingers made my penis jump as if it had been electrocuted.
"No, I can't help myself if you keep doing this."
I could only weakly speak, but my wife ignored me completely. Her hot tongue slowly slid down my spine, teasing my tailbone, while her hands pulled my loose boxer shorts down to my ankles.
"Ugh... Good daughter-in-law, stop it!"
My patience was almost at its limit. I looked down and saw my wife's fair, jade-like hands holding my black penis. A clear liquid was seeping from the tip of my penis, and my glans was gleaming in the light.
My wife's fair hands were stroking my large penis and massaging my scrotum, making every pore on my body tense up, and my heart pounding wildly as if it were about to burst out of my chest.
"Damn it! I told you to stop, oh..."
My wife's tongue swept across my buttocks, then slowly moved to my front. I saw her long eyelashes trembling, seemingly still glistening with the tears from before. She looked up at me, but there was no desire in her eyes as I had hoped. Looking into her pupils, I felt a little intimidated by her stare. There were emotions in her pupils that I didn't understand; I didn't know what they were.
My wife brushed her hair aside, opened her rosy lips, and took my glans into her mouth.
"Oh...oh..."
I groaned; I hadn't felt this way in a long time. My wife knelt in front of me and gave me a blowjob. She first licked the glans with her tongue, then licked all the way up from the scrotum, her tongue sweeping back and forth under my urethra, making me tremble with pleasure. She repeated this action several times, and then suddenly took my penis into her mouth, my glans reaching deep into her throat.
"Well!"
My wife immediately spat out my penis and coughed.
"What's wrong? Don't push yourself."
I said, "She actually tried to swallow my big cock whole, no wonder she choked."
"No, it's alright."
My daughter-in-law looked up at me and said, her eyes still so deep.
"It's huge."
She said.
But after she finished speaking, she slowly swallowed my penis again. This time she only swallowed a third of it, while she held and stroked the other two-thirds with her soft little hands. She moved her mouth and hands at the same time, quickly increasing my pleasure.
"So comfortable, oh...oh..."
This feeling is amazing. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the stimulation from my wife's hands and mouth. I was so turned on that I could hardly stand up and had to lean against the bedpost of the eight-legged bed.
After a while, my wife slowly pulled my penis out. My bronze-colored penis was covered with her saliva. She looked up at me. Logically speaking, this was a very provocative action, but I couldn't see a trace of seductive charm in her deep eyes. My wife slowly stood up and began to take off her clothes. I watched her fair and slender fingers unbutton her shirt, one button after another, until the beige shirt fell to her feet. My wife was only wearing a light yellow bra on her upper body. Good heavens, her snow-white and smooth skin was almost blinding.
She took off her top and glanced at me again. I turned my head away, not daring to look at her. I only heard my wife let out a very soft sigh, followed by the sound of her long skirt hitting the ground.
I couldn't help but glance over out of the corner of my eye. Although I had seen those shapely long legs before, and had even fantasized about them, at this moment there was nothing there except for a pair of matching panties.
I swallowed hard; my penis was already swollen to its limit, trembling with my wildly beating heart.
"Look at me."
My daughter-in-law spoke as if giving a command, so I had no choice but to turn my head back. Just then, I saw her charming lips curl up slightly. Then she walked towards me, took my hand, and placed it on the edge of her D-cup breasts. I suddenly felt as if I had been electrocuted. Her body was warm, and her soft breasts were full of elasticity.
My hand was stuck on her half-exposed breasts, unable to move.
I looked at my wife, and she looked at me. God, her eyes, filled with sadness yet also determination, made me lose control. A thought I'd never felt before welled up inside me: I wanted her, I wanted this woman in front of me. I could give up everything else, but I had to have this woman. I didn't care if she was my wife or anyone else, I didn't care if I went to hell or whatever. Damn it, I was determined to have this woman.
Even though I longed for her to call out to me countless times, I just couldn't bring myself to move.
Suddenly, my wife's warm, delicate body rushed into my arms. We fell onto the old bed, and she frantically pulled off her bra and panties. Guided by her fingers, my glans aimed at her soft, pink vulva, feeling the warmth of her labia, but there was no moisture at all. My wife gritted her teeth and, in one breath, slammed her raised buttocks all the way down. With the weight of her body and the lubrication of her saliva, my penis pierced through her dry vagina in one go, penetrating directly into her uterus.
"babble‥"
My wife lay on top of me, groaning in pain; it must have been very painful for her. Her beautiful eyebrows were furrowed, and beneath her tightly pursed lips were clenched teeth.
"Don't push yourself too hard."
I touched her hair and said.
"My thing is very big, it will hurt you if you do that."
"It's good that it hurts."
The daughter-in-law forced a smile as she lifted herself up by twisting her slender waist, and tossed her hair at the same time.
"You're uncomfortable like this," I said. "Don't move."
"Mind your own business."
My wife said with a hint of anger, gritting her teeth and stubbornly supporting my body as she began to move up and down. The tight, dry walls of her vagina rubbed against my thick penis, and the feeling of that tight vagina was just like my first time with my wife decades ago.
"You can't do that."
I reached out and hugged her tightly, trying to stop her from moving. She struggled in my arms for a while before stopping.
"It hurts, doesn't it?"
I asked her softly.
She turned her face away, her eyes glistening with tears.
"Don't cry, don't cry, sweetie, it's not your fault, why are you crying?"
I held my wife close, gently stroking her smooth back, my throbbing penis remaining inside her dry yet warm body.
While she was crying, I spread our bodies apart. I don't like women having sex with me through dry, hard vaginas, and the feeling of pulling out is like pulling a stick out of a sand dune.
My wife noticed this action. She raised her head, and the mysterious depth and determination in her swollen eyes were gone. Tears were still flowing, and her nose was red and she was sobbing. We looked at each other for a while, and then she slowly pressed her head against my chest. I looked at her black hair falling in front of me.
"Dad, thank you," the daughter-in-law said.
"What are you talking about? I'm not the kind of person who takes advantage of others in distress."
I'm proud to say this, but I also have many questions in my mind. Is my hesitation because she's my wife? Or because I don't want to be an accomplice in her self-harm? Or because I don't want to have sex with the woman I love in this situation? I don't know at all, and I don't want to know. There are too many taboos involved.
After a long time, I noticed that my wife's body was getting heavier and heavier. I nudged her, but found that she had already fallen asleep. I gently moved her to the pillow next to me. There were still tear tracks on her face, and her beautiful and flawless body made my penis stand up straight.
I propped my head up with my hand and lay on the bed, looking at my wife's naked body again and again from beginning to end. Her full breasts, her slender waist without any excess fat, her firm buttocks, her long calves, and the dark forest between her snow-white thighs, the place where I had just deeply penetrated.
I sighed, slowly got out of bed, and the TV screen still showed my son's bed, with messy bedding and two naked bodies sleeping intertwined. The woman who should be on the screen was lying on my bed. Oh, I looked back at my wife's beautiful naked body, looked down at my hard penis, sighed again, put on a short-sleeved shirt, and went out of the room to the living room to smoke.
On the coffee table in the living room was the remote control I'd been looking for. Damn it, how did it get here?
I was smoking, but my mind was filled with images of my wife's snow-white naked body and the feeling of being inside her just now. Damn it, what was I thinking? I pushed away what I had in my hands.
Why worry about anything else? I should just fuck her, fuck her like my son fucks his sister. I stubbed out my cigarette and started masturbating again. My mind was filled with images of me and my daughter-in-law making love, the temperature of her body, her warm and wet vagina, the hot breath coming from her red lips, and the feeling of my hot semen filling her womb.
"oh‥‥"
I lay down on the sofa, my glans twitching as it ejaculated a large amount of semen, leaving my hands, thighs, and the sofa all sticky.
Even so, the images that kept flying around in my mind still lingered.
I smoked another cigarette, tidied up, and went back to the room. I quietly lay down next to my wife. She didn't open her eyes, but moved over and buried her head in the crook of my arm.
The next morning, when I woke up, my wife had already disappeared from my arms. I got up and walked around the second floor, but there was no sign of her. I went back to my room and stared blankly at my Qing Dynasty antique bed. She was gone. Last night felt like a dream.
I lay back down on the bed, the delicate fragrance of her body still lingering on my pillow. I shook the blanket, and a long strand of black hair slowly fell down. In the morning sunlight, that strand of black hair shimmered like an angel's feather. I stared at that strand of black hair until it came to rest on my blanket.
I've always dreamed of having my own bed since I was a child, a big bed where I can stretch out my limbs and roll around.
It might seem strange, but that's just how it is. Some women like designer handbags, some like traveling abroad, some like large kitchens, and me? I like big beds.
Perhaps it's because I didn't have my own bed until I went to university.
My father passed away when I was young. He was a civil servant. When I was seven, he smiled and said goodbye to my sister and me before leaving for work. His motorcycle was hit by a truck, and I never had a father again.
My mother raised my sister and me by herself. Because of our poor economic situation, my sister and I slept in the same room from a young age, using a bunk bed. I slept on the top bunk and my sister slept on the bottom bunk.
I didn't have my own bed until I left home to go to college.
Now, I have two large double beds in my home, and both of them are mine. One is my bed with my husband, and the other is my bed with my father-in-law. The former bed once broke my heart, but the latter bed helped me start anew.
Although the two beds are from different eras and are made differently, they have one thing in common: when my man and I make love on them, they both make a creaking sound.
If you call me a slutty incestuous woman, I'll admit I'm incestuous, but I won't admit I'm slutty. If having only been with two men counts as slutty, then there are far more slutty people in the world than me.
Actually, I think I only fell in love with my husband's father after we got married, and my husband should take full responsibility for this, since he was the one who slept with my sister first.
That day, I opened my eyes and found myself lying on an antique bed. The four bedposts were carved with intricate patterns, and the ceiling was decorated with meticulous paintings of ancient ladies. Was I dreaming? I wondered.
I turned to wake my husband and ask him, and that's when I realized that the arm I was using as a pillow was actually my father-in-law's. I was not only sleeping next to him, but I was also completely naked.
In that brief moment, everything that happened last night flooded my mind. I quickly got up, dressed, and glanced back at my sleeping father-in-law. He was sleeping soundly. He had bought that bed to commemorate his deceased mother-in-law, but she had never slept in it. I was the first woman to sleep in that bed with my father-in-law.
I turned on the TV in my father-in-law's room. The screen showed my husband and my sister sleeping together in an embrace. The morning light shone through the curtains I had chosen, illuminating my bed and bathing it in a pinkish glow. The man and woman slept peacefully, looking blissfully happy. But the man was my husband, and the woman was my sister. I couldn't help but cry again. I turned off the TV, went downstairs, got in my car, and left.
As I drove, tears streamed down my face. How could they look so happy? That was my bed, my room, my man, and my... my sister.
How could they be so presumptuous as to think that taking down my wedding photo from above my bed would turn my room into their new home? The words my sister had once told me flashed through my mind:
"Sister, your boyfriend is so handsome! I wish I could have a boyfriend like him someday."
My younger sister was in her first year of high school at the time, and my boyfriend's husband came to visit.
"Don't worry, you're so beautiful, your future boyfriend will definitely be even better."
I remember that's what I answered at the time.
"No, I love my sister. If I marry someone else, it will be difficult for me to see her again. So let's both marry our brother-in-law."
My sister blinked at me and said that.
Because my father died early, only my mother was responsible for supporting the family. I have been taking care of my younger sister, who is six years younger than me. So she has always been very attached to me since she was little. At the time, I thought she was just joking. Now that I think about it, was my sister deliberately getting into a university that was very close to my home, and then deliberately seducing my husband?
I don't know, my mind is spinning. How did my home become like this? I'm driving alone, but I don't know where to go. I want to go home, but is that place still my home? Is there any place for me anymore? I want to go back to my parents' house, but how can I tell my mother that my sister is trying to steal my husband?
I don't know, I really don't know. The car drove all the way to the sea, and I stopped on the road next to the windbreak forest, looking at the sea. Suddenly, I really wanted to drink, so I went and bought a few cans of vodka, parked the car in the windbreak forest, and started drinking by myself. The vodka was very strong, but I didn't mind at all. I just wanted to get drunk so I could forget all about it. I gulped down the fiery vodka, and with my frantic drinking, I finally passed out on the steering wheel.
In my dream, I dreamt that my husband and I were making love. We were doing it very intensely. The big old bed was creaking loudly and shaking up and down. I was shouting out lewd moans that I had never uttered before. My husband's penis was thrusting in and out of my body, hitting my clitoris, until finally his hot semen filled my uterus. My whole body was convulsing, and my vagina was also clamping down on his thick penis, trying to squeeze out his semen. When we separated, my whole body was still feeling the satisfaction after the orgasm.
After a while, I turned my head and tried to snuggle into my husband's arms, but at that moment I suddenly realized that the man lying next to me was actually my father-in-law. I screamed in fright and became fully awake.
A series of knocks sounded on the car window.
I turned my head and saw a young policeman, with his police motorcycle parked beside him.
I rolled down the car window, but as soon as the sea breeze blew in, I immediately vomited. I couldn't stop vomiting, and my clothes and the car were covered in sour, smelly stomach acid and alcohol. I vomited for a while before collapsing into the seat, panting.
The policeman frowned and said:
"Miss, you're way too drunk. You can't drive like that."
I nodded. My head was throbbing so badly that I could barely walk, let alone drive.
"Do you have a phone at home? I'll have your family come and pick you up," the police officer kindly asked me.
So I gave the police my home phone number, and the police officer made the call for me. It was my father-in-law's voice on the other end of the line.
"Hey, where are you? I can't find you anywhere. I've called your phone several times but you haven't answered. Why is it the police calling? What's wrong?" the father-in-law asked with concern.
Hearing his caring voice warmed my heart, followed by a pang of sorrow, and tears welled up in my eyes again.
"I...I'm drunk, right now..."
I looked at the policeman, but I really didn't know where I was.
The police officer took the phone and said to the father-in-law, "Hello, this is a police officer from XX Police Station. Your young lady is drunk and has vomited all over the car. Do you want to come and pick her up? Drive along XX Road..."
The police explained the location to the father-in-law again, and then handed the phone back to him.
"It's okay, I'll come pick you up now. Just drive to the police station and wait for me there. I'll be right there."
My father-in-law on the other end of the phone comforted me as if he were comforting his daughter, so I went back to the police station with the police.
"Oh dear, oh dear, how did you get it like this?"
When my father-in-law saw that I reeked of alcohol and stomach acid, he said with concern, "Go home quickly, take a shower, and I'll change your clothes."
"oh."
I responded and was about to stand up when I felt dizzy again. My father-in-law, not minding the mess, quickly helped me up.
"Thank you, thank you."
My father-in-law gave the two boxes of tea he had brought to the local police station, and while helping me walk, he kept thanking the police.
I sat in my father-in-law's car, feeling dazed all the way home. When it was time to climb the stairs, my father-in-law simply carried me on his back.
"Go take a shower."
My father-in-law carried me to the bathroom door on the second floor and put me down.
"Take a shower to wake yourself up. I'll go upstairs and get you your clothes."
I went into the bathroom, turned on the shower, tested the water temperature, and rinsed myself off, trying to forget some things. So much had happened that day. First, I discovered my husband and sister were having an affair, and then there was what happened in my father-in-law's room last night. It was the first time in my life that I had gotten completely drunk.
Sigh, what's wrong with my life? In this situation, only my father-in-law is with me. There really is nothing impossible in life.
A knock came from outside the door from her father-in-law. "I've brought your clothes."
I opened the door and peeked out. When my father-in-law saw me, he blushed and stood there blankly, holding my clothes in his hand.
"Dad, the clothes."
When I said that, my father-in-law blushed even more and quickly handed me the clothes he was holding.
I could clearly see his sweatpants bulging high between his legs.
The father-in-law clearly noticed as well, and he quickly turned and left.
I found my father-in-law's action quite amusing. After taking a shower and turning off the tap, I heard music coming from outside. My father-in-law was singing karaoke. Hearing his singing voice eased my depression a little. He loves singing karaoke, and his singing is quite good.
He was singing Jiang Hui's new song, which is a duet.
"The sweet words in my dream—whether true or false, no matter how the wind and rain blow, I will never be truly awake. The words of advice in my dream, though only a few, warm my heart. I truly want to cherish and accompany you."
At that moment, I thought of the night I slept in my father-in-law's arms, and then I thought of the moment when he blushed. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile. Although he was over fifty, his expression just now was like that of a young man who had just fallen in love.
But his penis was enormous, no smaller than my husband's. It seems this father and son have inherited that trait.
I dried myself off and put on the light blue matching bra set that my father-in-law had brought me. He has a good eye for choosing bras; this is my favorite set because it not only supports my breasts but is also very comfortable.
That outfit was also one of my favorites: a beige deep V-neck knit top with three-quarter sleeves paired with a fitted black A-line skirt that reached the knees. The skirt had a slit on the side that went up to the thigh. The outfit wasn't very expensive, but it looked good and was easy to move in.
I went into the living room, and my father-in-law was still singing there. He was even mimicking the female vocals in a high-pitched voice. I burst out laughing. The scene was absolutely hilarious. You can imagine a man in his fifties singing in front of the TV, mimicking Jiang Hui's voice. But my father-in-law wasn't just mimicking the voice; he was mimicking the facial expressions too. How should I describe it? Well, let me put it this way: imagine an old dog trying to meow like a cat.
"What are you laughing at?" the father-in-law said, his face flushed.
"No, you sang very well." I laughed so hard I bent over and half-squatted on the ground.
"Nonsense," the father-in-law said somewhat embarrassedly, as he continued singing the male part.
I watched my father-in-law singing earnestly. His male vocals in A-Du's part were quite nice. After he finished the male part, he didn't sing the female part this time; he paused, probably afraid I'd laugh at him. Then he turned around and tossed me the microphone.
"I'll sing for you, you're a woman."
"I can't sing," I said, shaking my head in refusal.
"Nonsense, how could you, as a tour guide, not know how?" my father-in-law said.
Seeing my father-in-law's expectant look, I had no choice but to pick up the microphone and continue singing. Of course, I knew this song; it's a popular karaoke song these days.
"The sweet words in my dreams are true, not false. Although the dream is short, I will love you forever and never regret it. The words I whispered in my dreams are a vow of eternal love. I hope you will remember them in your heart. I will repay you with my whole heart."
My father-in-law nodded, picked up another microphone and continued singing. I sang along. The part where men and women sang together was quite difficult, but my father-in-law sang it quite well.
"Thank you for your honesty, which gave me a chance to start over. I've experienced the taste of first love before, and I've tried to be calm and thorough about relationships. Only our love was beautiful, so I'll leave everything to fate. I'm grateful to God for granting us the opportunity to love each other."
When I sang the last line, my father-in-law looked at me. His face was flushed, and his eyes had a strange light in them. But as soon as he met my gaze, he immediately looked away.
My heart skipped a beat. My father-in-law liked me, and liked me very much.
"Are you tired? It's still early, go get some sleep."
My father-in-law said, but he never dared to look at me.
"good."
I answered casually and was about to go upstairs when I suddenly thought of the image of my husband and sister on that bed. Which bed should I sleep in? I glanced back at my father-in-law, who was staring at me intently.
"Dad, what are you looking at?"
I smiled and asked the honest-looking man, having made a decision in my heart.
"No...it's nothing."
The father-in-law answered in a flustered manner.
"I think you are very beautiful."
His head drooped even lower.
I laughed and deliberately walked up to him, knowing that my deep V-neck shirt would expose my entire breast to my father-in-law's downcast eyes in this situation.
"What's so pretty about me?" I asked.
My father-in-law quickly raised his head, our eyes were less than half a foot apart, he groaned, but did not look away.
"They're all...very beautiful," he replied, swallowing hard.
"Really?"
I circled around in front of my father-in-law, secretly enjoying the thrill of bewitching him.
"You have a great eye for clothes! I really like this outfit."
"Yes, actually you're pretty, you look good in anything."
My father-in-law said that his eyes were still involuntarily looking at my snow-white chest.
"Don't you think the slit in this dress is really nice?"
I straightened my legs and pulled the already high slits even higher.
"Yes, it's very good."
My father-in-law stared intently at the base of my thighs, not only swallowing hard but also smacking his lips.
"It's a pity she wasn't wearing tights, otherwise she would have looked even better."
I bent down and ran my hand up my thigh.
"What color of tights do you think goes best?"
"The color doesn't matter, the one with straps is the best."
After saying it, the father-in-law seemed to regret it.
I looked up, glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, and said:
"Then I'll wear it for you next time. Okay, I can sleep in your bed now." I looked up, glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, and said, "Then I'll wear it for you next time. Okay, I can sleep in your bed now."
I slowly walked towards my father-in-law's room, very slowly, hoping to be held tightly in my arms. I walked slowly until I reached his room, but I was disappointed; he didn't chase after me to hug me. I walked to the old dressing table in the room. Had I overestimated my own charm?
Just then, a strong arm grabbed me from behind, wrapped its arms tightly around my waist, and kissed my neck.
"Dad, what are you doing?" I pretended to struggle, but my father-in-law tightened his grip on my arm.
"I love you. Ever since you married into our family, I've often thought about being with you," my father-in-law said hurriedly. His hand quickly slipped inside my collar and grasped my breast. His other hand then moved from under my high-slit skirt all the way down to my vulva.
"Really? Then why didn't you get intimate with me last night?" I twisted my body. My father-in-law's attacks were too stimulating. His thick penis was pressing against my buttocks. Even through my clothes, I could feel his throbbing desire.
"Yesterday was different," my father-in-law said, as he unhooked my bra, pulled my breasts out of my clothes, and pinched and played with my sensitive nipples. He also lifted my skirt from behind, revealing my light blue, semi-transparent panties.
"Oh... Daddy..." I groaned, spreading my legs to match his movements.
"I'm going to fuck you to death," the father-in-law said urgently, his eyes shining with a strange light. "I've been regretting it since last night. I want to be with you, I don't care about anything else."
"You..." I didn't expect my father-in-law to say that, but before I could think any further, my underwear had already been pulled down to my thighs by him. His rough fingers parted my labia and quickly found my clitoris. I moaned even louder. My father-in-law's body pressed down on me from behind, forcing me to bend over and support myself on the dressing table with one hand.
In the mirror of the dressing table, I saw my breasts being kneaded by my father-in-law. Under his gentle, sometimes light, sometimes firm kneading, my nipples soon became engorged and erect. My father-in-law licked my earlobe and whispered in my ear, "I've wanted to see your two big breasts for a long time." As he spoke, he inserted his fingers into my vagina. His rough fingers skillfully teased my clitoris and vulva, quickly arousing my body.
Whenever his fingers went deep, I felt that his fingers were tightly entangled with my honey flesh. Waves of pleasure came from the place where we touched. The sound of water sizzling sounded from the movements of my father-in-law's fingers. I knew that my vaginal fluid had been flowing non-stop.
"Dad, I'm your daughter-in-law," I asked. Had my father-in-law already decided to betray his son?
"So what? I don't care if you go to hell." My father-in-law said loudly. I felt a heat on my labia. His tip was already pressing against me and entering my body. The hot sensation continued to penetrate the depths of my desire. My sensitive honey hole and my father-in-law's thick penis were pressed tightly together. The feeling was like fire rushing up my spine to my head. Finally, when the hot tip touched my uterine wall, I couldn't help but groan.
"Oh... Dad, you've reached the very end." My father-in-law's penis completely filled my vagina, and it felt so good that I couldn't help but sigh.
"This is where we're connected. Feel it, you're so wet." My father-in-law pulled my hand toward where we were joined. I touched my labia and his penis. The amount of vaginal fluid was indeed extraordinary, and this action intensified my sensations.
"It's all because of you... ah..." I turned around and protested to my father-in-law, but he thrust forward. I held onto the dressing table with one hand, and his huge penis slammed into my most sensitive spot. I held onto the dressing table with one hand, letting the hot penis pierce my body.
"I...I what...Is it good...Hmm..." My father-in-law asked as he rammed into me like a madman, not at all like someone in his fifties. The violent force made the dressing table crackle and creak. Under his rough force, I could only press my face against the cool dressing mirror, letting my round buttocks clearly feel the impact from my father-in-law's pubic bone.
"So good...so good...oh...so deep...oh...you're killing your daughter-in-law...ah..." I groaned. My father-in-law's glans continued to slam hard against my clitoris, again and again. The intense pleasure made my whole body go numb, and my head felt like it was being electrocuted, flashing with each of my father-in-law's thrusts.
"You're not my daughter-in-law, you...you're my wife, I want you to be my wife...wife..." The father-in-law gasped for breath, sweat rolling down his wrinkled face.
"Yes...yes...husband...husband...you're so amazing...ah...ah...I can't take it anymore...ah...I'm going to break." Under my father-in-law's seemingly endless thrusting, my body began to convulse, every hair on my body stood on end, and my vaginal fluids flowed down my thighs to my ankles like a burst dam. The peak of pleasure kept impacting me with my father-in-law's thrusting, and I felt like I was flying. My mind was filled with nothing but the exciting pleasure, the only feeling left was the sensation of my father-in-law's penis rubbing against my vagina.
"I...I'm going to cum...I can't hold back anymore..." the father-in-law growled.
"Shoot...shoot inside...ah...ah..." I cried out wildly.
With our passionate cries, my father-in-law's thick, hard penis thrust deep into my uterus. His glans trembled, and scalding hot semen shot violently into my uterus. (Night Passion Novels - yesesu.com)

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