[My Vietnamese Mother-in-Law and I] [Author: legend_zgmfx666] [The End]

This original post originally included a photo of his Vietnamese mother-in-law (blurred), but I can't upload it because I don't know how to post pictures. Sorry everyone!
I'm 30 years old this year, and I got married around 27. I live in Changhua. For a long time, I haven't been able to find a girlfriend, probably because I'm a bit of a homebody. It's not that I'm ugly, it's just that I'm lazy. I guess because I'm an only child, my parents are very worried about my marriage. They always arrange blind dates for me, but none of them work out. Either the other person is interested but I don't like them, or I'm interested but they don't like me. After a while, I got tired of it, which made my parents even more worried. In the end, they even wanted me to marry a Vietnamese bride! LOL. Is it really that serious? Why do they insist that I get married? But to put my parents at ease, I decided to get married. Anyway, I won't lose out, and I'll save money on tea parties. However, I never expected so many things to happen after I got married. I thought about it for a long time before I decided to write it down and share it with everyone. After all, I'm not one of those professional writers on the internet. I'm just writing down my experiences. It might not be as exciting as a novel. Please just enjoy it.
First, I want to tell you about my relationship with my Vietnamese mother-in-law.
My wife's family lives in Dong Thap Province, near An Giang Province, right next to Laos (check a map if you're interested). My mother-in-law isn't particularly beautiful, but she's quite pretty. She's rather tall, about 170cm, but her figure isn't great—not very large-chested, and her waist is a bit thick. She looks like a typical middle-aged woman.
At the time, she was about 41 years old. Because she worked selling vegetables at the market, her skin was a slightly rough, wheat-colored tan, but she didn't look like a very old woman. I first met her at my wife's wedding ceremony in Vietnam. She attended with my father-in-law. When I saw my father-in-law, I just felt awkward. He was thin and small, and a heavy smoker. I couldn't help but think that my mother-in-law was at the age where she was very virile. I wondered if my father-in-law could handle her.
Actually, when I first saw my mother-in-law, I didn't have any particular feelings for her, after all, she's my mother-in-law. But throughout the wedding, I noticed a mature woman's charm in her every move, making me want to keep watching her. However, thinking about my wife being there made me feel a little guilty, since it was our wedding day, and I was focusing on her mother—what a sin! Well, it's said that Cancerians are somewhat attached to their mothers, which I guess is why I prefer older women to younger or my own age. Therefore, an uncontrollable thought popped into my head—if only I could be with my mother-in-law… Unfortunately, because I had to handle documents and interviews at the Taipei Economic and Cultural Office in Vietnam, my wife and I were staying at a hotel in Ho Chi Minh City, which is… It's a five-hour drive from her parents' home, so I haven't seen my mother-in-law since the wedding. Southern Vietnam doesn't have autumn or winter (at most, a rainy season); it's sunny every day. One day, after finishing some paperwork, my wife and I were resting in our room when she received a phone call saying her mother had brought some things for her and would be there soon—(because we hadn't been married long—my wife didn't speak much Chinese, and we spent a lot of time trying to understand each other's words...)—about five minutes later, another call came. I thought it was my mother-in-law arriving, but it turned out the clerk from the paperwork office was informing my wife that they needed to process another document, but my mother-in-law was almost there too. Just as I was racking my brains, a brilliant idea flashed into my mind [-please refer to Ah Bao and Che Ah's (laughs) flash of inspiration-] I told my wife that I don't understand Vietnamese and therefore can't handle the documents myself, plus it's too hot outside and I can't stand it, so she should go and handle it while I wait for my mother in the room. My wife knew this was the only way and quickly agreed and went out. Whew, just like I planned... Welcome, Mother-in-law! After my wife left, I immediately took a shower and waited for my mother-in-law to arrive. Not long after, there was a knock on the door. I thought to myself—she's here! After calming my excitement a bit, I pretended nothing was wrong and opened the door, wearing only a small towel around my waist. Because I had been having uncontrollable fantasies in the bathroom, my penis was erect, the small towel creating a large tent that could barely conceal my "good brother"—and sure enough, my mother-in-law arrived. Since we didn't understand each other's language, I forced myself to remain calm and smiled as I invited her in. I kept a close eye on her expression, and when she saw my state, a clear hint of embarrassment flashed across her face. But...hehehe, as I let her in, I deliberately stood close to her, letting her... Her hand brushed against my erect penis, and even through the towel, I felt a surge of pleasure—the pleasure of incest. After she came in, I let her sit on the bed to rest, and I walked around with my erect penis sticking out, and "kindly"
poured her a glass of water. When she sat on the bed, the height was about my waist. When I walked over to her and handed her the water, my erect penis was less than 15 centimeters away from her (still through the towel). She quickly looked down, pretending not to see, but I noticed her eyes unconsciously glancing up twice. As I mentioned before, the small towel could barely cover my erect penis, so her eyes were glancing upwards. I was certain she had seen my testicles and the lower part of my penis. This thought made me even more excited, and my penis became even harder, throbbing and pulsating. My mother-in-law lowered her head even further, a blush clearly visible on her wheat-colored skin. I knew I had to act quickly, otherwise my wife might be back any minute. I gestured towards myself and then towards the bathroom, indicating I needed to continue showering. My mother-in-law suddenly seemed flustered, and I knew why. I'd learned from talking to my wife that she had a habit of needing to use the restroom before and after traveling by car; she had just been on a five-hour car ride. I wouldn't believe him even if you beat me to death if he said he didn't need to pee, and toilets at Vietnamese train stations cost money (lol). My frugal mother-in-law definitely wouldn't use the dirty and expensive station toilets, so I figured he'd only use them when he got to our room. She just didn't expect her daughter to be away, and her son-in-law to greet her with this kind of sign language—I pretended not to understand her sign language, smiled, and turned to go back into the bathroom to continue showering. Of course, I didn't lock the door. About 10 minutes later, I heard the bathroom door open. Whew! He really couldn't hold it in, huh? I turned my back to her and glanced through the glass out of the corner of my eye (the bathroom is a combined wet and dry area; the shower area has a glass door that can be closed). Seeing my mother-in-law carefully pull down her underwear and sit on the toilet, afraid of making a sound and being discovered, I was observing and monitoring her every move. Just as she was almost finished urinating, I immediately opened the glass door and turned to face her, displaying my erect and large penis nakedly in front of her. I feigned surprise and looked at her, but made no attempt to cover myself. She seemed stunned by this sudden situation, staring unblinkingly at my naked body. After about ten seconds, she seemed to come to her senses and immediately stood up. As she pulled up her underwear to leave, I quickly grabbed her hand and pulled it back, making sure it was firmly against my penis. I felt her body shudder, her face showing a mixture of anger, embarrassment, surprise, and, more than anything, bewilderment. (For some reason, I could just tell; it was a feeling.) I hugged her tightly and kissed her. Her eyes widened, completely unprepared for what I was doing. At the same time, my right hand moved quickly yet gently from her breasts to her back and then to her buttocks. At first, she protested with strong resistance. But how could I, a man, lose to her in strength? I hugged her tighter and kissed her more passionately. Soon, she seemed unable to breathe. As her body relaxed, I immediately seized the opportunity to thrust my tongue into her mouth, chasing her tongue and exchanging saliva. I felt her body tense up, but her eyes held a dazed look. I knew that this country woman had never experienced such stimulation. My father-in-law, an honest man, would probably finish quickly in bed, and as for deep kisses, judging from my mother-in-law's awkwardness, she had no experience either. I continued to hug my mother-in-law and kiss her deeply. Soon, I felt my mother-in-law's hand on my penis begin to gently and slowly stroke and move. I started to take off my mother-in-law's clothes, leaving her naked as well. Looking at her body, bearing the marks of childbirth and time, I didn't find her ugly at all; instead, I was even more excited. I used to read articles on certain forums that described mothers-in-law, mothers, aunts-in-law, etc., as models and witches, which always seemed obviously ridiculous. This middle-aged woman in front of me was the real deal!
My right hand began to caress her breasts, pinching and kneading, with particular attention focused on her gradually erect, dark nipples. Soon, I moved away from her tongue, which had unknowingly begun to intertwine with mine, and slowly kissed her earlobe, neck, collarbone, and nipples. I teased her nipples with my tongue, swirling and sucking, while my right hand moved down to her slightly loose stomach, passing through her thick pubic hair and finally touching that forbidden area that hadn't been touched by any other man besides my husband (I think?). I gently stroked her clitoris with two fingers, and she seemed to collapse instantly, as if unable to stand. I quickly caught her and carried her to the bed. She probably knew what was about to happen; she didn't resist at all, only her face was flushed, and her eyes were glazed as she looked at me. I continued to caress her genitals and inserted two fingers into her vagina, thrusting them in and out. My mouth was also busy, kissing her entire body incessantly. Then, I... I put my penis near her mouth, and she didn't understand at first. I gestured to her mouth, and she finally understood. After giving me a disapproving look, she slowly began to swallow my penis, giving me oral sex. To be honest, her teeth hurt a lot, which showed she was a complete novice. But the pleasure of defiling my mother-in-law made me completely ignore the pain from her teeth; it only excited me more. I felt it was about time, so I spread her legs, pulled my saliva-covered penis out of her mouth, and then forcefully inserted it into her vagina. Her body immediately arched and stiffened. I couldn't help but hiss—it felt so good! I had finally fucked my mother-in-law! This incestuous pleasure stimulated both of us like an aphrodisiac. My mother-in-law's vagina, at 40 years old, was surprisingly firm and tight; I guessed it wasn't used often. I just felt my penis entering her warm, moist, tender hole!
I thrust in and out rapidly and forcefully, and she couldn't help but gasp repeatedly, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, a trace of saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth. I leaned forward to lick the saliva and gave her a deep kiss, while my lower body pounded even more violently. The towel beneath her was already soaked with her vaginal fluids (thankfully I had put one down beforehand, otherwise my wife would have been in trouble when she got back...). My mother-in-law held my head tightly, wanting to kiss me more intensely, and her legs clamped around my waist to prevent me from pulling out. I responded to her every request. I guessed that this was probably the first time in her life that my mother-in-law had been fucked so well, so I tried even harder to bring her to her peak. Looking at the time, it had been almost an hour since my wife left, and I was afraid something might happen, so I went all out. My mother-in-law screamed even louder (thankfully no one lived next door).
Soon after, I started to feel the urge to ejaculate. I put my hands behind her and hugged her tightly, continuing my storm of thrusting. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer and roared as I ejaculated into my mother-in-law's vagina. My mother-in-law's legs clamped tightly around my waist, wanting me to ejaculate into her uterus. How could I disappoint my mother-in-law's expectations? I also inserted my penis deeper, and the ejaculation lasted for more than 10 seconds. I could definitely feel that I had ejaculated a lot of semen, but after I pulled my penis out, the amount of semen that flowed out was significantly less than what I had ejaculated. I knew that most of it must have remained in my mother-in-law's uterus.
I held my penis, which was covered in vaginal fluid and semen but still remained erect, and gestured for my mother-in-law to help me clean it up. Without saying a word (I wouldn't understand if she did), my mother-in-law immediately swallowed it and continued to perform her clumsy oral sex. Afterwards, my mother-in-law and I hugged and caressed each other in bed, as if my mother-in-law was my new wife. Actually, I am not at all averse to relationships with a significant age gap; in fact, I am quite interested in them. So, if my wife were really my mother-in-law, I would be very willing. We snuggled together and went into the bathroom to shower.
My mother-in-law played in the water with me like a little girl. Seeing the hesitation and love in her eyes, I couldn't help but hug her tightly and kiss her passionately. She responded with equal fervor. However, we both knew that if we didn't hurry, my wife would be back. After quickly washing up, we went outside to watch TV, cuddling and kissing, of course.
When my wife knocked, we tidied ourselves up before opening the door.
It's been over three years since we got married, and this memory still excites me. My writing isn't great, but I've tried my best to describe it. I originally thought my relationship with my mother-in-law would only be a fleeting affair, but unexpectedly, a year after I returned to Taiwan, she came to Taiwan too—that's another story… If you're interested, I'll tell you more.
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