Stepmother incest

Stepmother incest
(I) While my father was away on a business trip, I had a crazy incestuous relationship with my alluring stepmother.
That year, it was his 22nd birthday. He had a long talk with his father that day. The only sentence he remembered was, "Dad, find someone to keep you company." His mother had passed away long ago, and he had witnessed his father's suffering and loneliness over the years. He knew his father was waiting for him to say those words; his loving father hoped his son would agree to his remarriage. But the young man, with his youthful impetuosity, refused to utter those words until he was 22, seeing the gray in his father's hair, and finally understanding his own selfishness and cruelty.
Tears welled up in the father's eyes: "Good son, you've grown up."
That night, he and a group of friends rushed into a bar, screaming with excitement. It was his first time in a bar, and he felt a mix of novelty and nervousness. After downing a bottle of beer, he managed to shake off his awkwardness, and his gaze began to wander. His eyes were gradually drawn to a figure dancing on the dance floor.
It was a young woman, dancing the Latin dance as if no one else was around. Her body was as supple as a snake, the silver bells on her feet jingling crisply with each movement, exuding a seductive charm. He felt as if each bell's sound was striking his heart, causing the door to his heart, closed for 22 years, to suddenly burst open…
Her eyes finally met his. And in that instant, she smiled sweetly.
He sat there, lost in thought. He wanted to go onto the dance floor, ask her name, and get her phone number. But he was afraid of being too forward, even more afraid of being rejected by her and laughed at by his friends. Lost in thought, he suddenly realized the dance floor was empty, and a sense of loss washed over him.
He thought, "Tomorrow." That night, in his dream, there was a girl dancing the Latin dance tirelessly.
The girl didn't appear on the second or third day. His heart was filled with sorrow. For the first time, he understood that sometimes, a moment's hesitation in life can lead to a permanent loss.
(II) Reunion
But he never expected that he and she would meet again six months later.
My father finally remarried, and he couldn't hide his joy over the phone. "She's a good woman. You'll see her when you go home for Chinese New Year."
School had let out for winter break, and he lingered for a few days before deciding to go home. A woman who looked to be only 25 or 26 opened the door for him. Her black hair was pulled up high, revealing a slender neck, her eyes were like spring water, and her skin was as white as jade. At first glance, he was overjoyed: it was her, the woman who danced Latin dances, the woman who always lingered in his dreams. But why was she dressing up in his home?
The father's voice rang out behind the woman: "This is your Aunt Jing."
Aunt Jing?! He felt a sudden shock in his heart.
(III) The youthful and charming stepmother
He refused to call her Aunt Jing. He couldn't understand why his father would marry such a young woman, and he couldn't understand even more why such a youthful and charming woman would willingly marry his father, who was already in his fifties. These questions formed a knot that he couldn't untie, and he couldn't ask anyone for answers.
She deliberately tried to please him, like all stepmothers try to please their stepsons. She silently washed and ironed his clothes. The dishes served at the daily meals were all his preferences, presumably the result of careful inquiries with his father. But he ate very little. He noticed the disappointment in her eyes and felt sorry for her, yet he simply couldn't swallow. Without the right mood, how could he have an appetite?
Every morning, she would gently knock on the door, then quietly place a glass of milk on his bedside table. At night, as he stayed up late in front of the computer, she would ask meekly, "Would you like some late-night snack?"
From then on, he developed the habit of going to bed late and waking up late. He stayed up late for that midnight snack, and woke up late for that cup of steaming milk. When she came in, he could breathe in her air, which always carried a faint scent of lilies.
His gaze often followed her retreating figure, from the living room to the kitchen, and from the kitchen to the study. When their eyes met, he would hurriedly look away. In his haste, her gaze also became flustered.
After graduation, he joined his father's company. His father was very satisfied with his life. His wife was young, beautiful, and gentle, and his son was handsome, capable, and ambitious. The only thing he couldn't understand was why his son never dated. So many pretty girls in the company were throwing themselves at him, but he ignored them all. He would go straight home after work, and he was so quiet that he didn't seem like a young man.
“Weiran should start dating,” the father said to his young wife at the dinner table. She smiled and agreed, “Yes, have you been pursued by too many people and are you overwhelmed by the choices?” His heart skipped a beat. He looked up from his rice bowl and met her gaze. In his panic, he picked up the soup ladle but knocked over the soup bowl, leaving the table in a mess.
(iv) Uncontrollable joy
That evening, when she came into the room to pour him tea, she asked him what kind of girl he was looking for. His eyes were fixed on the computer screen, but he replied, "I want to find a girl who can dance Latin. I only saw her once, but I can't get her out of my mind."
Her body trembled with fear. He turned abruptly and pulled her into a tight embrace. She nestled in his arms, and he felt tears soaking his chest. The next moment, she had retreated to the doorway, her voice trembling as she said, "I have a distant cousin, she's quite nice. Let me introduce her to you."
Her distant cousin, Mina, became his girlfriend.
Because of Mina's involvement, he felt his life had suddenly become much easier. He could sit down next to her without her noticing, watching TV and listening to music. When she was alone in the kitchen, he had many excuses to come and go—to get water, wash fruit, and boldly gaze at her profile. When she turned around, his gaze didn't waver. He was no longer afraid of other people's stares; he looked at her, so what? Living under the same roof, how could they not brush past each other sometimes? Besides, he had a girlfriend. His girlfriend, beautiful and sexy, was sitting in his living room right now! Only he knew that his approach to her was an uncontrollable urge for a man to get close to the woman he liked.
She knew it too. Her face would involuntarily flush. When he moved in and out of the cramped kitchen, and their bodies inevitably touched, they could feel each other trembling with an uncontrollable joy, even though that joy was tinged with more despair.
(V) That Night of Incest
My father went on a business trip out of town. Before leaving, he said to me, "While I'm gone for the next couple of days, call Mina over to keep you company, or maybe keep your Aunt Jing company."
He pondered his father's words: why did he need Mina to come and keep him company? He didn't need Mina by his side.
For the first time, only he and she remained in the room. A young man and a young woman. But the man was the woman's stepson, and the woman was the man's stepmother.
She went to her room early and remained as silent as a cat all night. He tossed and turned in bed until dawn, unable to fall asleep. A girl danced the Latin dance before his eyes, the silver bells on her feet making a crisp, tinkling sound that struck his heart. His breathing quickened; he felt like he was about to explode.
He stood in front of her door, his hand raised and then limply lowered. He rushed into the bathroom and soaked himself with cold water. But when he stepped out naked, he froze. She was wearing a very thin nightgown, sleepily emerging from the room, her curves fully revealed before him.
At that moment, all he could see was her and her radiant smile. He enveloped her petite frame with his towering presence, kissing her greedily and wildly. After the initial shock, she began to respond to him passionately.
They embraced and rolled onto the floor. Her lips trembled, leaving wet kisses on every inch of his skin. As his body pressed down on hers, their bodies mingling, their tears flowed together…
Absolute happiness, boundless tenderness—this was their first and last time together in this lifetime. That night, they embraced naked, their love intense and passionate, as if they were destined to love for a lifetime. As dawn broke, she rose and dressed herself, piece by piece, with incredibly slow movements. He embraced her from behind: "I don't want you to leave."
She turned around and smiled, "Don't talk nonsense. One night is enough for me. I will be very, very happy from now on. He treats me very well and loves me very much..."
The door closed quietly. His face felt cool, and when he touched it, it was covered in tears.
When her father returned, he was very pleased to see Mina. He said, "Want to go out? How about I send you to France?" Mina jumped up and cheered, "Great! Great! Long live Uncle!"
On the plane, Mina suddenly asked, "Did you ever love me?" He looked at her, and she smiled, saying, "A tool, aren't you? I'm your tool, and you're mine. Going to France is my goal; once we're there, you can break up with me immediately."
If Mina could see through him, how could her father be completely oblivious?
He recalled that passionate night. A slight pang of sadness welled up in his heart. Life is so unpredictable. He had once had so many extravagant hopes for love, but in the end, one night became a lifetime.

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