A middle-aged woman recounts: Her mother-in-law and her black son-in-law were having a crazy affair and making love.

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My name is Lin Wenjun, a psychologist. Although it sounds like a very prestigious profession, I actually do things like being a "big brother who cares for students."
As a graduate of a not-so-famous, low-ranking university's psychology department, I became a psychological counselor at a local university through connections, specializing in relieving students' stress. In reality, what kind of stress do college students have? It's just
relationship problems like "Does she love me or not?" Fortunately, the job is easy, the income is not bad, and I can occasionally help people around me with their psychological problems and earn some extra money.
As usual, after lunch, I made myself a cup of tea, sat down at my desk, turned on my computer, and started playing Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game). Because my home is far from school, I usually don't go home for lunch. Just as I was getting into the game, a sudden knock on the door interrupted my enjoyment. I closed the game, cleared my throat, and said, "Come in." Anyone knocking at this hour is definitely a patient. After all, in a place like mine where no one cares about me, nobody usually comes. If someone does come, it's definitely a patient. Coming openly like this takes courage, because seeing a psychologist is definitely not a good thing if word gets out.
The woman who entered was about 30 years old. She had long, wavy black hair, a small face covered with large red sunglasses, was tall, had fair skin, and was dressed very fashionably. Her elegant demeanor made it clear at a glance that she was definitely rich, and a rich woman with a captivating charm.
After she took off her sunglasses, I was not only proud of my good taste, but I also noticed that she was absolutely stunning. Upon closer inspection, I realized she looked a bit like the Hong Kong superstar Cherie Chung, albeit a "Lin Daiyu"
version of her. After she sat down, she lowered her head slightly, clutching her bag tightly with both hands. From my angle, I could see that her face was a little red, and it was obvious that she was nervous. To help her relax, I said some flattering things and then began to subtly inquire about her purpose for being there. What she said next left me speechless. Here are the words this woman said to me.
I'm 45 years old this year (I'm really well-preserved). I got married when I was 20, had a child at 21, and my daughter is 24 this year. She got married last year to a Black man. To be honest, neither Tingting's (this woman's daughter's) father nor I approved of her marriage, but she got married first and then told us. This Black son-in-law is a classmate of my daughter's, and his family has some businesses in the United States. They are third-generation immigrants. We found him to be a good person after getting to know him, so Tingting's father and I accepted it. (As she was saying this, she showed me a picture of her daughter. She's a pretty young girl, and there's a Black man next to her, presumably her husband. He's very tall and strong. Seeing this tall, strong Black man holding a petite little girl in his arms, it really makes my heart bleed.) They later went back to the United States. Six months later, my son-in-law returned to China alone, while my daughter stayed in the United States to work. My son-in-law had come to China to study (hearing this, I started to complain, damn it, rich people are so arrogant). To make my son-in-law's life better, and also to prevent him from getting entangled with other girls while living alone at school, I let him live with us. Our house is big enough for him.
I'm a housewife. Before, when my daughter was alive, I took care of her at home. Now that my daughter is gone and my son-in-law has come, I've taken care of him. When he lived with us, I treated him very well. I drove him to and from school every day. I did the same when my daughter was alive, and now that my son-in-law is here, I'm doing the same thing. I want to treat him well so that he will treat my daughter well too. So, I carefully arrange everything for him, from food to daily necessities.
My husband is a businessman, working long hours from dawn till dusk. After our daughter got married, there wasn't much money left at home. Now that my son-in-law is here, our relationship has become quite harmonious. He usually chats with me like a mother and always helps me with housework. It was all good at first, but later our relationship became a bit awkward. One time, I was picking him up and we passed by a supermarket. We went in to buy some things, and then a man nearby was gossiping with others, saying that nowadays, women, young or old, have no shame in dating foreigners, it's really...
I knew they were talking about my son-in-law and me. I was really embarrassed at that moment, but my son-in-law suddenly put his arm around my shoulder, talking to me as he walked with me outside. I knew what he meant. On the way back, I didn't say a word, but he kept trying to comfort me, saying, "I did it on purpose to annoy them, Mom, don't be angry."
I just shook my head, but I was actually very embarrassed inside.
Because my husband is busy with work, it's usually just the two of us at home. After spending so much time together, we've become like family, and we're quite casual with each other. At first, it wasn't a problem, but later I started to feel uneasy. After all, he's just my son-in-law. Especially after this incident, I felt I couldn't be as casual with him as before. But he didn't seem to notice anything and continued to act as usual, disrespectful to me, and always saying sweet things to me.
Especially when it's hot, he dresses very casually, shirtless, wearing only beach shorts. And young men often have morning erections, so his penis was sticking out of his pants, making me quite uncomfortable. I'm a woman too; how can a grown man like that always be flaunting himself in front of me?
Another time, I sprained my ankle, and he didn't go to school; he stayed home to take care of me.
He took very good care of me, which touched me deeply. He even got a bottle of medicinal wine from his fellow villager, saying he had specially learned a massage technique that was very effective in treating sprains. I didn't want him to massage me, but I couldn't resist, so I let him try. I don't know if it was the medicine or something else, but his massage made me feel incredibly comfortable. It felt like my whole body was in great comfort; every part of my body felt wonderful. I had never felt anything like it before, so I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation. Then, I suddenly felt him put my calf on his thigh. But because his massage was so good, I ignored him and let him continue massaging me. After a while, when he massaged my toes, I realized that he had placed my heel there. When he massaged my toes, my foot rubbed against his thigh, and with each rub, my heart pounded.
And my lower body was itchy. He rubbed against me while secretly observing my reaction. He probably saw my face turn red, so he became even more brazen, rubbing the sole of my foot against his genitals. At this point, I couldn't pretend to be oblivious anymore. I immediately sat up and asked him, "What are you doing?" He quickly put my foot down, sitting there with a red face and no answer. I stood up and walked over to him, staring at him. He hurriedly stood up, but we were probably too close. I stumbled backward because of the pain in my foot and fell backward. He quickly went to help me up, but we both ended up falling to the floor. Perhaps because of our embarrassing appearance, I burst out laughing, and he laughed too.
I looked at him and said, "You're still laughing? It's all your fault for helping me up."
He immediately stood up and helped me up, but because of the pain in my foot, I couldn't stand steadily. He carried me to the bedroom and put me on the bed, asking if I was hurt. I said my back hurt a little.
He told me to turn over and rub my back. I turned over and he lifted my clothes.
He gently rubbed, and as he rubbed, his hand slowly moved downwards, and he started rubbing my buttocks. I am a woman, and I was betrothed to Tingting's father when we were children. Tingting's father has poor health, so for so many years... I felt very uncomfortable all over my body. I had never felt like this before. I felt like an animal in heat, wanting to mate with him, wanting to be... But my reason was still resisting. I kept my thighs tightly closed, and my body struggled as much as possible.
But he knew how I felt because his hand, which had been kneading my buttocks, slid down to massage my genitals. I was going crazy. I tried to struggle, but I had no strength at all. Then he turned me around and made me straddle his lap, my buttocks and thighs touching his legs. My genitals were already soaking wet. I tried my best to push against his chest, but I couldn't muster any strength. I even felt excited because I was touching his thick pectoral muscles. His hand, which had been touching my buttocks, moved to my breasts and kneaded them into various shapes through my bra. His hand, which had been touching my thighs, moved higher and higher. I squeezed my thighs together to stop him from touching me, partly because I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself if he touched me there, and partly because I was afraid he would find out that I was completely wet. As an elder, that would be quite embarrassing.
He whispered in my ear, "Mom, you seem very thirsty!"
Only then did I realize that, without my noticing, my hand was down there, rubbing his penis. I froze, unsure whether to continue or stop. He took my hand and stuffed it into his pants. Touching another man's penis for the first time, I was so ashamed I almost fainted. I could only feel the hard, hot thing in my hand.
He seemed to really like my breasts, constantly rubbing them. I felt like I was going to break down if this continued. After all, he was my son-in-law, how could I…?
I released his penis, feeling a little reluctant, and pushed him away with both hands.
But I couldn't move him. He kissed me again, his thick tongue slipping into my mouth and licking wildly while I was talking.
Kissing him felt so good; his soft tongue licked my gums and mouth, finally intertwining with mine.
I was completely captivated by his kiss, and just as I was about to resist, someone knocked on the door. We separated; it was Tingting's dad coming home. It was really dangerous, but thankfully he didn't seem to care, since he wouldn't expect me to act like that with my son-in-law.
For a long time afterward, I was very strict with him. He probably knew he was in the wrong and didn't bother me anymore. However, that time, I always felt awkward being alone with him.
Later, I went to a colleague's child's wedding and drank some alcohol. I can't drink much; I get drunk easily. He was the one who picked me up. I remember my colleague praising me for finding a good son-in-law.
On the way home, I embarrassingly threw up on him. When we got home, he helped me to the sofa to rest and went to the bathroom to wash himself off.
He finished showering soon after, shirtless and wearing only beach shorts. He told me the water was ready and I should go wash up. To be honest, looking at his well-defined muscles and tall frame, I felt a sudden flutter in my heart. If my face hadn't been flushed from the alcohol, he would have noticed the change in my expression.
While showering, my mind was filled with thoughts of him, fantasizing about his strong, thick, black member. I could feel myself getting hot, and a trickle of fluid was flowing between my legs. I quickly rinsed off, put on only my underwear, and eagerly threw on a towel before going out. The towel wasn't very big, and when I put it on, I looked like the actress in the TV drama "The Empress of China," with my nipples slightly erect—it was quite funny. Back
in the living room, I saw him sitting on the sofa watching TV. For some reason, I sat down next to him.
He saw me sit down in front of him, smiled at me, put an arm around my shoulder, and started talking to me. I forget what he said, but I know his face came closer. I knew what was about to happen. Strangely, instead of being disgusted, I felt a kind of desire. It's ridiculous, considering I'm a forty-year-old woman, yet I still have this feeling. I just closed my eyes and felt a warm, broad pair of lips press against mine in the darkness. He was kissing me, then his tongue explored, lightly tapping against my teeth.
I opened my mouth and offered my tongue, intertwining it with his.
His tongue was long, seemingly reaching my throat, dominating my mouth.
Kissing my daughter's husband passionately gave me a strange excitement, making me feel a little breathless.
He pulled open the towel covering my chest and began to knead my breasts. His large hands kneaded them lightly and gently, making my body feel soft and yielding.
My hand unconsciously touched the bulge in the middle of his pants. Then he suddenly stood up and pulled down his pants, revealing a thick patch of dark, shiny pubic hair and a large, dark penis hanging between his legs. I was truly stunned. I had never imagined that a man's penis could be so big. So when his large, dark thing was actually in front of me, I could no longer suppress the intense desire within me. I wanted to do the things that I had once felt shameful and degrading.
He leaned forward, and his penis was about to touch my face.
Then, as if possessed, I grabbed his large penis and put it in my mouth. My lips tightly enveloped his penis, and I moved my head back and forth rapidly, letting his penis enter and exit my mouth. To be honest, I had never done this before, and I didn't even know it was possible. Perhaps this is a woman's innate talent.
His penis changed in my mouth, quickly becoming thicker and larger, reaching about 18-19 centimeters when fully erect. The large, purplish-black glans gleamed, the veins beneath the skin bulging prominently—it was quite frightening; my hand could barely grasp it.
I could hear his soft moans, knowing he must be enjoying himself immensely. After a while, he suddenly stopped me, picked me up, and carried me to his room.
He carried me with ease, like a child, making me feel incredibly safe.
In his room, he gently placed me on the bed, removed my towel, and lay on top of me without pressing down on me.
Everything was so tender, truly touching me.
He kissed my earlobe; the wet, warm sensation was wonderful, sending shivers down my spine.
Then he moved to my breasts, gently biting my nipples, his tongue swirling around them.
One hand cupped the other breast, sometimes gently, sometimes forcefully kneading it.
My breasts felt like a million tiny insects crawling all over me under his touch, both itchy and pleasurable, and my juices flowed more and more freely.
He gently nibbled at every inch of my upper body, moving downwards until he reached between my legs. Afraid he would kiss that area, I quickly stopped him, but he didn't seem to care, making me want to cry. I parted my legs, nervously anticipating this unfamiliar sensation. He first kissed the inside of my thighs with his thick lips, each kiss sending electric shocks through me.
When his tongue touched my clitoris, a powerful current surged through my body, and I couldn't help but moan.
His technique was masterful; his tongue circled my clitoris, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, while he inserted his fingers into my vagina, moving them in rhythm with his tongue.
Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, and my moans grew louder and louder.
Ultimately, my mind went blank. The intense pleasure suffocated me, and every pore on my body contracted simultaneously. I had no strength left. I had never experienced anything like this before. Later, he told me that this was an orgasm. Ironically, my first orgasm was brought to me by my own son-in-law.
Just as I was reaching my climax, he suddenly got up and pinned me down. I knew what he was going to do, but I was blinded by lust, and all I could think about was desire. Right now, all I wanted was for him to penetrate me, to enter my body, and to make love to me passionately.
Soon, my wish came true. He grasped his large, black penis, wet with my juices, and prepared to insert it.
I thought he would thrust in forcefully, but he didn't. Instead, he inserted it slowly.
Perhaps because it had been many years since I had done it, or perhaps because his penis was so thick, when his fiery hot thing entered me, I felt a little pain, but not too bad. As his thing slowly entered my body, I actually felt a sense of satisfaction. My lower body felt filled.
Deeper and deeper, as if it were going to pierce through my body. I was both afraid and eager, holding my breath and waiting.
Finally, it was over. I could clearly feel his penis pressing against my cervix. It wasn't comfortable; it even hurt a little. He started moving, his hot, hard penis rubbing against the tender flesh of my vaginal walls, thrusting in and out repeatedly.
Slowly, pleasure began to arise, and the pain lessened.
Each time he entered, there was that heart-wrenching pleasure that made me moan uncontrollably. His speed increased, and my cries grew louder. I had never screamed so loudly before, but now I finally let go. It felt so good. During sex, I noticed he had changed. Before, he was always so smooth-talking, but now he had a cold, ferocious expression, staring at me with his beast-like eyes, forcefully kneading my breasts with his hands, and frantically thrusting his thick, dark penis into my body.
I didn't feel any aversion to this; on the contrary, I felt a sense of conquering pleasure. Perhaps I was ultimately just a little woman. At that moment, I only wanted to give him my body, everything I had. No matter how my son-in-law played with me, I was willing, because the pleasure he brought me filled the void of these past decades. I never knew that the intimacy between husband and wife could be so pleasurable.
Accompanied by these perverse thoughts and lewd cries, I climaxed again and again on his bed
until my mind went blank and my consciousness blurred...
In the days that followed, I slowly began to give up myself and my family, letting him play with everything I had. In front of my husband, I was still that virtuous woman, but when my husband was not at home, to make up for the pleasure I had missed over the years, we made love wildly. We used every imaginable position, in the bedroom, living room, kitchen, and bathroom, indulging in pleasure in every place in the house. Sometimes we even tried making love in deserted alleys and stairwells at night. At his request, I even had him enter and exit me from behind after I had an enema.
Happy days are always short-lived. During the Chinese New Year, my daughter came back and lived with her husband. Having experienced the pleasure of sex, I started to act strangely. I learned to masturbate. When it was late at night, I would always masturbate in the bathroom. No one would have thought that a woman nearing fifty would be so shameless. What terrified me was that one time when my daughter was with him, the bedroom door was not closed properly. Through the crack in the door, I could clearly see my daughter sitting on him with her back to the door. He was moving his hips tirelessly, and my daughter's moans echoed in my ears like a curse. At that moment, I felt jealous, which terrified me.
In the days that followed, my daughter clung to him, while I consciously distanced myself, trying to forget everything that had happened between us. But one day, after that year, my husband went to work, and my daughter went to visit relatives, leaving only him and me. When he held my hand, flashing his signature white teeth, my thick protective shell crumbled. I reacted like a female animal in heat, frantically demanding his semen until my uterus and rectum were filled with it.
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