The Beginning of the Father-in-Law and Daughter-in-Law Relationship

Pink represents ambiguity, and lilies represent purity. I was originally a pure lily, but now

this lily has mutated, turning from pure white into an ambiguous pink… There are so many

things I want to tell, but I can't let anyone I know hear them. Perhaps only here can I

write down everything in my heart, confiding all my troubles and sorrows to a friend.

My name is Pink Lily. I am confident in my charming appearance and temperament. Before and after marriage,

countless men have shown me ambiguous affections.

I have a happy family.

A husband who works hard for the family and loves me deeply; an adorable and innocent son, Hao Hao; and an

elderly father-in-law who works tirelessly to take care of our child and manage the household.

Everything in the family is so harmonious and warm. Although my family isn't wealthy,

I am truly content.

Although my husband isn't the most outstanding among all those who pursued me, he is the most family-oriented

and considerate .

He has never argued or quarreled with me; our love has always been so harmonious…

The only flaw in our family is my husband's health. Due to a serious illness, his kidneys were damaged,

severely affecting his sexual function, making it impossible for us to have a successful sexual encounter since his illness.

When our life was normal, I hadn't realized I had such a strong sexual need.

But since I turned 30 and my husband became ill, my unfulfilled sexual needs

have made my desires grow stronger.

Although many men at work make suggestive advances towards me, and I feel

some , the thought of my husband completely extinguishes any desire I might have for those men

. Compared to my husband, those men seem so ugly.

So, no matter how strong my desires are, I have never considered betraying my husband by having an affair, even though it would be easy

for me.

I try my best to suppress my desires, acting normal every day. I don't want my husband to see my desires

and feel inferior.

Even if he remains impotent for life, I want my husband to live with confidence.

However, this peaceful inner life was shattered a few days ago when I unexpectedly came across some pornographic

literature.

In the past, I would have looked down on such literature, finding it disgusting.

But because I hadn't had sex in a long time and my desires were pent up, I started watching

pornographic .

The sexual scenes described made my heart race, and my body was filled with sexual desire, but

all of this was still within my control. That pornographic literature gave me my only sexual

solace at the moment.

However, just three days ago, I suddenly saw articles and pictures about incestuous relationships between mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law, and sex between older men and younger women. These things,

beyond my previous understanding and unimaginable, suddenly gave me an unimaginably strong stimulation.

Seeing those taboo-breaking incestuous relationships between mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law, and the huge age difference between older men and younger women, gave

me a great shock and sexual sensation.

If I hadn't suddenly come across this content, I would never have imagined that I would be

so interested in things that are unacceptable to normal people.

The strong sense of taboo in those articles and pictures changed my previous understanding.

Suddenly, the wrinkles on those elderly people seemed so sexy, their gray hair so stimulating to my

senses… I couldn't believe it, nor could I believe these feelings were happening to me.

In a forgotten corner of my heart, a box filled with perverse desires had been suddenly opened, and

I'd never known what was inside.

Slowly, I began to notice the only old man in my family—my father-in-law. I suddenly realized

how stimulating his increasingly gray hair, the wrinkles on his face, and his increasingly hunched, aged body were

.

Perhaps because my husband's sexual ability had declined, I developed a strong interest in my father-in-law, the only other man in the family with sexual ability besides my husband.

His appearance, and the occasional

glimpse of his groin, were so attractive to me.

I began to pay attention to everything about my father-in-law. A sense of fear gripped me; I couldn't go on like this. But

the scenes and pictures in those articles, like a curse and a nightmare, kept echoing in my mind,

no matter what I did, I couldn't shake them off.

I realized I was hopelessly addicted.

Although I can't control my thoughts, I can control my body. I can't

do that; it would deeply hurt my husband and tear our family apart.

I absolutely cannot have a relationship with my father-in-law. I can only fantasize about it in the quiet of the night. But

I find that when I fantasize, my genitals easily become wet and itchy. Every time this happens, I

want have sex, but my husband can no longer satisfy me. I try my best to control myself.

However, all my efforts to control myself were shattered last night. I still did something that betrayed my husband

and this family. Although my father-in-law didn't penetrate me in the end, my body is

no longer completely pure; I was still defiled by the hormones of the opposite sex.

Last night, I unexpectedly saw my father-in-law's genitals, and they were in a semi-erect state—the genitals of an older man.

This was the first time I had ever seen the genitals of an adult man other than my husband, and it was my own father-in-law

's.

My father-in-law's penis was so thick and strong, much larger than my husband's. When I first saw it, I was

deeply shocked. I never imagined a man's penis could be so thick and strong; I simply couldn't believe my eyes.

After all, I'd only ever seen my husband's genitals.

My father-in-law's thing was like a magic wand, hypnotizing me. I'd been

obsessed with forbidden things these past few days, and now seeing it all in person ignited a burning desire within me.

Uncontrollably, I slowly approached my father's body, looking at that thick, ugly thing—

large , dark, and grotesque—but at that moment, it was so alluring, so irresistible.

I couldn't control myself; my hands reached towards it. My mind kept screaming, "No, no!"

but my body was beyond my control.

My hands drew ever closer to my father-in-law's genitals. My heart was a jumble of emotions: excitement, trepidation, thrill,

fear, pain—a mixture of all flavors.

But just as I was about to touch his genitals, a flash of clarity crossed my mind, and I instantly stopped

my hand from reaching for my father's genitals.

I was torn between two conflicting thoughts. "I should just put it back in my father-in-law's underwear, so

he won't misunderstand when he wakes up the next day. After all, my husband knows I was in his bedroom tonight."

I tried to reassure myself, but I was just making excuses.

I broke free of my inner struggle and grabbed my father-in-law's genitals without thinking. Suddenly, a jolt of electricity shot through

my body, like a clear spring flowing through me, sending shivers down my spine. I

could lift my head, letting my long hair fall loose, to savor the stimulation.

At that moment, my mind was numb. I felt as if I were possessed by a spirit, my body

out of control . I brought my face close to my father-in-law's genitals, and a strong scent of male hormones filled my

nostrils. Although it had a slightly unpleasant odor, at that moment it was so intoxicating, like the finest

perfume, captivating me.
Under the control of my increasingly lost desire, my hands removed the only barrier protecting my lower body—

my underwear . At this moment, my body was no longer under my own control, but controlled by the desire within me. I

got into bed and straddled my father-in-law's body.

My lower body was already wet and secreting fluid; I knew I wanted it.

Under the control of desire, I used my lower body to repeatedly approach my father-in-law's genitals. I couldn't take it anymore; I

wanted to thrust it hard into my body, to satisfy my desire, to extinguish the fire within me.

Although my lower body was getting closer and closer to it, my body's desire grew stronger and stronger. I excitedly and eagerly awaited

the moment it entered my body.

Just as my father-in-law's thick, ugly thing was about to enter my body, in my hazy

mind , the image of my husband suddenly flashed. His imposing figure jolted me awake, allowing me to preserve

my last line of defense and safeguard my chastity.

After regaining my senses, I felt deep remorse, remorse for my poor self-control. Had I done right by

my husband who loved me so deeply? But when I looked again at my father-in-law's wrinkled face and chest, when I

saw his thick genitals, I was still unwilling. I didn't want to give up this rare "

opportunity."

"As long as I don't let it penetrate my body, then I won't be betraying my husband, right?"

I tried to convince myself like that, but looking back now, I realize I was just deceiving myself.

I inserted my fingers into my genitals and began to masturbate myself and my father-in-law. Although my fingers were thin

and far less thick than my father-in-law's genitals, the pleasure from my genitals was still so intense. I

looked at my father-in-law's thick genitals, imagining it was inside me right now, imagining that I was

making love to it. My pleasure grew stronger and stronger, the stimulation was unparalleled, something I had never

experienced even when making love with my husband.

I let out a few suppressed moans, from the top of my head to the soles of my feet, my whole

body felt so comfortable, a feeling I had never experienced before.

I indulged myself, forgetting my identities as my father-in-law and myself, forgetting all ethics and morals,

forgetting my husband, forgetting the ticking of the clock.

Finally, my father-in-law and I reached climax together. His semen sprayed onto my face and nightgown.

The pungent smell of the semen on my face felt like the cosmetics I used to wear—

so slippery, so fragrant. At the moment of climax, I was so intoxicated; my body

floated up, drifting towards the white clouds in the sky.

The climax passed, and my body was completely exhausted. The feeling of that climax

is unforgettable; I wished time could stand still at that moment.

After the climax, I came to my senses. What had I done? I hated myself. Why did I do such

a thing ? How could I face my husband and father-in-law? I was filled with deep remorse and

guilt towards them. I was a shameless woman, my inner self constantly cursing myself.

Suddenly, I thought of death, of suicide, of washing away the sins within me.

I scrubbed myself clean like a zombie. When I reached the living room and saw my son sleeping soundly in his

crib , and then thought of my husband, drunk and asleep in the bedroom, I abandoned the suicidal thoughts

. For the sake of this family, I couldn't have such thoughts.

I went to the bathroom and started showering. The water spraying onto my face and body felt completely different from the sensation of

my father-in-law ejaculating.

I kept letting the water wash over my face, trying to clear my head and calm myself.

I washed myself again and again, using shower gel repeatedly, but I knew

that no matter washed, my body was no longer as clean as before. At least my heart was filthy;

the semen my father-in-law had sprayed on me seemed impossible to wash away… I returned to bed, looking at my still-sleeping husband…

My husband slept so peacefully, perhaps unaware that his beloved wife had just done

something utterly reprehensible, something utterly despicable. Thinking of his hardships and grievances outside, I finally couldn't hold back

my tears. The tears flowed into my mouth, salty yet bitter. The guilt in my heart lingered

. I gently kissed my husband's cheek.

That night, I couldn't sleep. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't fall asleep.

Because of my deep guilt towards my husband, and because of my insomnia, I got up early the next morning and

prepared breakfast for him for the first time—something I had never done before. Previously, he would occasionally

prepare .

Seeing his secretly happy smile, my guilt lessened a little.

Actually, the love my husband gives far outweighs what I give him.

What he needs is very simple: my love.

Perhaps it was the mistake I made last night, the sudden fear of losing my husband and family, that made me cherish him

more. I love my husband even more now.

I can't imagine what I would do without him, so I must cherish him even more, and I can't

hurt him again.

After sobering up, I also considered my father-in-law.

Last night, I was only focused on enjoying myself and didn't consider whether he was drunk and unconscious or pretending.

If he was sober, how could I face him afterward? What would he

think of me as a promiscuous daughter-in-law? What if he told my husband about it? After work, I

lingered downstairs for a long time, afraid to go upstairs.

Things had to be faced eventually, so I mustered my courage and slowly walked up the stairs. I walked very slowly,

wishing the stairs would never end, so I wouldn't have to face my father-in-law.

Finally, I reached the door, and with trembling hands, I unlocked it.

The door opened, and my father-in-law's figure, watching TV, came into view.

His as if he had been waiting for me for a long time. He got up to speak to me, and I immediately lowered my head, not daring to look

at him.

Perhaps sensing my habit, he asked if I was sick. Seeing my father-in-law's expression, which

seemed unchanged, I knew he was completely unaware of what had happened the night before, and I breathed a huge

sigh of relief.

Seeing him rekindled my guilt, and the desire from the previous night

stirred .

As usual, I ate with him and tidied the house.

The only difference was that I felt shy looking at him, like a princess seeing

her prince charming. I kept replaying the feeling from last night, longing for the magnificent sight of his genitals

.

I couldn't help but steal glances at his crotch; his manhood, hidden in his pajama bottoms,

occasionally revealed its impressive outline.

I tried to distract myself, but I knew my heart was slowly succumbing.

Is there a way to undo the past? If everything could go back, I'd rather not look at those

articles and pictures that now captivate me. Is there an antidote? Even an amnesia drug would do, to let me

forget the past few days and return to my innocent past.

A sense of fear began to creep into my heart. I was afraid that one day I would lose control of myself and end up doing something

to betray .

But my love for my husband was above all else, even my own desires. I couldn't let desire control my

body.

In my heart, I silently swore to my husband: "My dear, I promise you, no matter how much Xiaoying is controlled by

lust, I will remain chaste for you, guarding my last sanctuary.

I will not let any other man penetrate my body, even if it means living a life of celibacy for the rest of my life. My husband,

you are irreplaceable , I love you."

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