The Mother-in-Law Who Has Abstained From Sex for Many Years (Family Incest Adult Novel)

Speaking of my mother-in-law, I have a long story to tell. When she was in high school, she was the most popular girl in the school and had many admirers. In her second year of high school, because her father retired, she dropped out of school and took her father's position to work in the county machinery factory, becoming a glorious proletarian worker.

Many people may find such things incomprehensible now, but in that era, it was a big thing that many people tried their best to do but failed. My mother-in-law was only 18 years old when she entered the factory, where she met my father-in-law. My father-in-law was a worker-peasant-soldier college student who had just been assigned to the factory. He was talented and good-looking. My mother-in-law fell in love with him at first sight. Under the strong promotion of my mother-in-law, they got married in 1979.

My wife was their first child. My mother-in-law was only 19 years old when she was born, and my second sister was born two years later. Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. My father-in-law died of illness the year my wife graduated from junior high school and was admitted to a normal school. My mother-in-law was only 38 years old that year.

After graduating from university, I passed the civil service exam and came to a small town to work in the Organization Department of the County Party Committee. Two years later, I met my wife, who had just graduated from a normal school. We fell in love at first sight, and it took less than half a year from the time we met to the time we got married. My mother-in-law had just celebrated her 42nd birthday when my wife and I got married. My mother-in-law's home is in the staff dormitory area of ​​the small town machinery factory. It is a three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment.

My unit does not provide housing, so we have been living with my mother-in-law since we got married. The primary school where my wife taught was located in a remote town, more than 100 kilometers away from the city. She could only come back on Saturdays and had to leave again on Sundays. At that time, my sister-in-law was still studying at a normal school in the provincial capital, so there were usually only my mother-in-law and I at home.

Although my mother-in-law is in her early 40s, she is full of the maturity and dignity of a good wife. She always speaks softly and there is a strong feminine charm in her every move. Because she pays attention to her clothing and maintenance, she is still radiant and charming. And unlike most other women, her figure begins to change drastically after she gets older. She still maintains a fairly perfect curve and figure. Her plump breasts are towering, there is almost no fat on her waist, her butt is big and round, and her skin is white and smooth. This can be proved by the fact that many men look at her with wild eyes... Whenever she goes out with my wife, people say that they look like two sisters rather than mother and daughter.

When I got married, I didn't hold any ceremony. I just set up a few tables of banquet in a restaurant in the city and invited some relatives and friends. I didn't even take them to see the new house. Because of this, some good friends always say that I am not nice enough. It seemed like it was a day in August. After I finished my work, I invited some friends to my house for dinner to make up for their regrets. That day was Saturday and my mother-in-law went out early to buy groceries.

I went to pick up my friends around 1pm. When I entered the door, some reckless guy called my mother-in-law "big sister", which made me very embarrassed. My mother-in-law smiled and explained to them: I am his mother-in-law. They started to make a fuss, saying: Auntie is so young and beautiful, we thought she was Xiao Lei's elder sister. Their words made me look at my mother-in-law carefully. Yes, she has changed today.

Her hair was carefully tied behind her head, her eyebrows were drawn, and her face was lightly powdered, making her look elegant yet dignified. She wore a pair of gray-white pants, the kind that were soft, fluttering and thin, and an open-necked tight T-shirt on her upper body. The pants fit her well, tightly wrapping her round buttocks, which were unique to young women, and the outline of her underwear was faintly visible. The clothes made the pair of breasts look tight, firm and round, very well-proportioned and about to burst out. When he bent down, his shallow cleavage was faintly visible, which was very seductive. My mother-in-law has a good appearance to begin with, and with this outfit, she makes my eyes light up and my heart beats faster. I could have drunk a lot of alcohol, but that day I made up excuses to refuse quite a few drinks.

After eating and drinking, when I was seeing my friends off, one of them said to me with a strange smile: Your mother-in-law is so beautiful, you are so lucky, don't take both the mother and the child together. I felt very comfortable when I heard it, but I just took it as a joke and didn't take it seriously. When I got home, my mother-in-law was mopping the floor. I sat on the sofa watching TV, but my eyes kept wandering between her breasts and buttocks. I couldn't sleep that night. I was thinking about the scene when she was naked. I was eager to break the ethical taboos between mother and son with her and enjoy the kind of immoral and sinful excitement. That night, she became the object of my sexual fantasy until I ejaculated after masturbating.

Although I had the desire at that time, I didn't have the courage to do it. However, something that happened later made me take a step closer to the edge of sin.

Once, a subordinate unit hosted a banquet for us for work-related matters. There were six of them and only three of us. They were quite good at persuading people to drink. I was so drunk that day that I didn't remember anything when I got home. I don't know how long I slept. When I got up because I was thirsty and looked for water, I found that I was sleeping on the floor covered with a mat, with my upper body naked and only wearing tight underwear, and only a blanket covering my body. The lights in the room were still on, but the sheets on the bed and my clothes were gone. I looked at the time and it was already past 3 a.m. I sorted out my thoughts: my wife was not at home, and the person who sent me back would not do this, so it could only be her, my mother-in-law. I was a little embarrassed at the time, but I felt very happy at the same time. When I woke up the next morning, I was still feeling dizzy and uncomfortable. My mother-in-law had already prepared breakfast for me.

"I cooked some millet porridge and kimchi to help you sober up. You drank so much last night that you were unconscious. You should be more careful next time."

"Who sent me back last night?"

"Your company's driver, Xiao Hou, and I dragged you upstairs."

"Did I throw up?"

"I was just saying that. Not long after Xiao Hou left, you vomited. You didn't even move your head, and you vomited on the bed. Your clothes and pants were all dirty. I had to strip you clean, drag you off the bed and clean you up. But I didn't have the strength to lift you onto the bed by myself, so I had no choice but to let you sleep on the floor."

From then on, I reduced my social engagements outside and spent more time at home. My mother-in-law is a talkative person, and within a few days we were talking about everything, even some private topics, such as who was having an affair with whom at work. There is more intimacy between us.

Our topics and moods became closer, but our physical closeness began when I bought a computer. If it weren't for this computer, we might just be friends who can talk about anything, and what happened later would not have happened.

I felt bored after staying at home for a long time, so I bought a computer, connected to broadband, and surfed the Internet at home. My mother-in-law is a card fan. Every night when I play cards online, she sits next to me and watches me after taking a shower. It was summer, at night, with the electric fan on, and we sat very close to each other. The scent of her freshly washed shower gel and her hair blowing in the wind, brushing against my cheeks and neck from time to time, made me feel distracted.

What's even worse is that most of the time, the pajamas she wore were those white suspender-style shorts, with the bra straps directly exposed outside, and even the shape, pattern and color of the bra inside the clothes were clearly visible. The pajamas were very thin and did not reach the knees, with a part of her thighs exposed outside.

From time to time, our exposed thighs touched each other. At first we pulled them away as if we were electrocuted.

Later I started teaching her how to use the computer, and I had to sit very close to her. When teaching shoulder to shoulder and hand in hand, it is inevitable that legs will touch each other. We gradually adapted to having thighs pressed against each other, and I was enjoying the sensual comfort. Gradually, when she was operating the computer, I would put my hands on her thighs or climb over the backrest to her shoulders. When I got a good hand, I would shake her shoulders vigorously.

She did not refuse any of these or show any displeasure. As time went by, I became more and more bold, pinching her muscles, touching her ears or smoothing her hair from time to time. At first, she would shake her body slightly or stamp her feet to prevent me from touching her, but soon she let me do as I pleased. Later, when we watched TV together, we sat very close to each other. I accidentally put my hand over her back and gently placed my palm on her round and elastic buttocks, sometimes rubbing it gently. She did not refuse.

Despite this, none of us took any further steps.

For several days in a row, we enjoyed this tacit and private communication of the soul and the body that did not infringe upon each other.

My wife came back on Saturday. Just after 9 o'clock in the evening, my wife said she was tired and wanted to rest, and she insisted on taking me with her. I knew what she meant. After entering the bedroom, my wife's rapid movements made the steel bed make a hissing sound. Her occasional moans forced my mother-in-law, who was still reading in the living room, to turn on the TV again and turn up the volume. When I was making love with my wife, I thought of my mother-in-law.

The next day my wife left. Because of what happened last night, I haven't dared to look my mother-in-law in the face. But she continued talking and laughing as if nothing had happened. After taking a shower in the evening, she sat next to me as before and asked me to teach her how to play "Red Alert", and we returned to the feeling we had before. Our thighs were pressed against each other, and the scent of shower gel coming from her body made me dizzy. I closed my eyes and carefully sniffed the fragrance coming from her body. It was a very special fragrance, as if it would be transmitted from the nerves of the nose to the brain, allowing your brain to truly feel its magic!

Gradually, I felt as if there was an impulse, as if the beast in my body had been seduced by this fragrance, and was trying to make me break free from the shackles of morality and prepare to vent! After a while, my left hand passed over her clothes and rubbed her lower back gently. She did not refuse. My hand slowly pushed down and touched the waistband of her pants. My hand reached in little by little, from her panties to her underwear, and slowly my hand touched her round, smooth and elastic buttocks. I vaguely felt her slightly tremble and gently twist her waist. My heart was pounding and my blood was boiling. Time seemed to freeze all of a sudden and neither of us moved.

The game was still going on, and she kept making mistakes with her hand when touching the mouse, and my teaching became incoherent. My hand slowly moved up and touched her bra. I gently tapped the tab of her bra with two fingers. When I was about to unbutton her clothes, she shook her body slightly and struggled. This slight movement aroused my desire. I quickened my movements, unbuttoned her clothes, and gently rested my head on her right shoulder. My right hand reached under the front hem of her clothes, and my left hand reached under her armpit.

I held her breasts with my two palms from under her bra. Her breasts were a little saggy but soft. My heart was trembling and I didn't know what to do. I looked up at her. Her face was flushed and her chest was beating violently. I gently rubbed her breasts, pinched her nipples between my fingers, and pinched her nipples with my index finger and thumb. Use your palms to gently wrap around the breasts and knead them lightly. Use your fingertips to gently stroke the breasts from top to bottom along the curve of the breasts, and use your fingers to gently draw circles around the nipples.

I heard her rapid breathing, her right hand pressed tightly on my thigh, her breasts began to swell and her nipples became hard. My heart was pounding, my whole body was hot as if on fire, my throat was dry, and my lower body was bloated and uncomfortable. I had only experienced that feeling when I was in love with my wife. I was overwhelmed by desire and lost my mind all of a sudden. I didn't care about anything. I pulled her onto my bed and pressed heavily on her. She was struggling and tried to push me away, but I didn't care anymore. I stood up and wanted to take off her pants, but she sat up and held on to her pants tightly with both hands to prevent me from taking them off. In her hesitation and contradiction, she instinctively maintained her only remaining line of defense, but I would not give up until I achieved my goal.

I half-knelt with my buttocks pressed on her feet and used my head to push against her abdomen to force her pants off. I buried my head in her thick lower body, and the curly hair below made my face itchy, accompanied by a faint scent of shower gel. I stood up, half-hugged her and pressed her down again. She was still struggling and twisting her lower body, muttering "No, no, no", but her movements were not as intense as at the beginning. I tried to take off her clothes, and this time she did not refuse. She raised her body slightly to cooperate with me to take off my clothes. The night was gentle and her desire was strong. Her face was flushed and her breathing was uneven, but she was reserved and refused to take off her underwear. It was a set of exquisite underwear, a white lace bra, and a thin mesh cup, which wrapped her so snugly... However, at this moment, how eager I was to remove this last line of defense.

So, I used brute force with my hands, and with a slight sound of tearing cloth, the gorgeous underwear fell to the ground. We didn't say anything during the whole process. There was only the whirring of the electric fan and our rapid breathing. Our naked bodies were pressed tightly together. I put my hands under her armpits and held her shoulders. My arms tightly clamped her round and plump breasts. Our faces were pressed together, and I gently kissed and bit her earlobes with my mouth. At this time, the sinful desire had overwhelmed my reason, and of course I would not let go easily, so I simply turned over and pressed on her body, and took off all my clothes.

I pressed my legs as hard as I could towards my mother-in-law's lower body, squeezed my knees between her legs, and stretched her plump legs wide apart. I held her plump waist tightly with my left hand, pinched her plump breasts with my right hand, and pressed her tightly in my arms with the powerful squeeze of my lower abdomen and thighs. My erect penis just happened to be against the outside of her vagina, which felt very exciting.

I ran my hand along the inside of my mother-in-law's thigh. The thick pubic hair and raised mons pubis made me impatient. I held my penis and probed her lower body. After finding the right position, I inserted it impatiently. The moment I reached her, she let out a slight groan from her throat. I might have hurt her. Middle-aged people are different from young people. Sexual sensations don't come as quickly. She wasn't lubricated enough and it was a bit dry when I put it in. However, that slight resistance that was different from that of young people made me feel a wonderful pleasure.

I didn't move anymore, leaving my penis quietly inserted in her vagina. The muscles on the inner wall of her vagina tightly clamped my erect penis. I lay quietly on top of her, constantly caressing her breasts, abdomen, and buttocks. Soon, she started to move, holding my hips tightly, biting my shoulders with her teeth sometimes lightly and sometimes heavily, twisting her hips from time to time, our legs were tightly entangled like snakes, she squeezed me so hard that it hurt a little, and her lower body began to lubricate and become wet. I tried to thrust slowly a few times, and the slippery vagina became much looser, and I could move in and out freely.

Years of abstinence made her movements somewhat clumsy and stiff. She just passively followed my rhythm and let me control her. My impact pushed her to orgasm. Her slight moans became more and more rapid. The long-lost pleasure made her hands pressing on my hips move much more heavily and faster. I thrust in and out madly, and my mother-in-law's labia also flipped in and out, doing repeated deformation movements with the movement of the penis in and out.

After the ecstasy, a wave of pleasure went deep inside my penis and concentrated completely at the lower end of my abdomen. An unbearable pleasure immediately spread throughout my body and then gathered at the lowest end of my spine. I felt so itchy and sore that I could no longer control myself. Finally, like a volcano erupting, my sperm gates opened and after a burst of erection, semen spurted out. She still closed her eyes and held me tightly, not wanting to let go. After quietly ejaculating, I lay powerlessly on my mother-in-law's plump body, gasping for breath. My mother-in-law lovingly wiped the sweat from my forehead with her hand, pushed me, then half-hugged me and sat up. My softened penis slid out along with my mother-in-law's vaginal fluid.

She supported herself with her hands and leaned back slightly, and I knelt on her knees facing her. I lowered my head and looked at my mother-in-law's red labia. Her labia were covered with vaginal fluid, sparkling in the light. Her vaginal opening had not yet completely closed, and I could see my milky white semen oozing out of the red little hole of my mother-in-law.

I couldn't help myself when looking at this beautiful scene, so I bent down again, hugged her shoulders and lay on her. She responded by closing her eyes and hugged me tightly, not wanting to let go. I lay quietly on her, gently fiddling with her earlobes and lips.

After a while, she opened her eyes, loosened her arms that were holding me, pushed me and said: Get up, I'm tired.

We looked at each other, I touched her lips lightly with my lips, and left her body. The inherent shyness of women made her sit up as well. She paused for a moment, then stood up without saying anything, grabbed the clothes scattered on the bed, and hurriedly left my room naked, even forgetting her bra that fell on the corner of the bed.

I couldn't sleep that night, and I wondered if she felt the same way. After the brief physical pleasure, I fell into deep self-blame. What we did was what people call "incest." The word "incest" has been lingering in my mind. Am I committing incest? I asked myself. I felt remorseful and wanted to find relief in my remorse, so soon I found a reason for myself. A reason that I think is justifiable and even plausible.

Some people would say that I am writing a pornographic novel, and sometimes even I think so myself. Why do I write in such detail? I just want to tell people: Something happened between my mother-in-law and me that shouldn't have happened, we committed incest, please save me! Isn’t that it? Why should I go to so much trouble to attract attention?

I wrote it in such detail because I wanted to tell people that during the whole process, she was passive and I was the one who seduced her. She is a kind person. She lost her husband at the age of 38, which is a stage when a woman is as ferocious as a wolf or a tiger as the saying goes. However, she has to suppress her desires and devote all her energy to raising her children. She also has to consider the old saying that "there is much trouble around a widow" and cannot overstep the line. She has done it in recent years.

If she is a coquettish person, I think with her looks and figure she must have many admirers, and if that is the case, "problems like third parties will spread about her." She had none of these, and didn't even have the thought of remarrying.

What happened between us will not affect other families, nor will it bring any harm to society. We can even say that if we keep it a secret, it will not affect our family members. We are just being condemned by our conscience deep in our hearts. I just gave her something she deserved, even though the method was unethical.

If in reincarnation, such things mean I will go to hell, then I am willing to bear everything. The second reason can be reasoned as follows.

The reason people think we are incestuous is because we are mother and son. This mother-child relationship is a necessary reason for the conclusion of incest. That is, for the latter proposition to be true, the first two conditions must be true. But I think the foundation of our mother-son relationship is not that solid and is negotiable.

There are two kinds of mother-child relationships. One is inherent, based on blood ties, is unbreakable, material, and cannot be changed. One is the family relationship established through third-party components, such as the father-in-law and mother-in-law relationship established due to the marriage relationship of children, as well as relationships such as stepfather, stepmother, godfather, godmother, etc. The establishment of these relationships depends on the existence of third-party components, is conscious, and can be changed. This is the kind of relationship I have. If my marriage to her daughter does not exist or is dissolved, my relationship with her is not incestuous. In other words, our so-called incest is an acquired concept, and its establishment factors are determined by people. This person can be you or me or someone else. The standard is not fixed.

There is an example that is often said "Once a teacher, always a father", but in real life we ​​can see many examples of teacher-student love. There is also the phenomenon of polyandry in a village in a certain area of ​​Sichuan. In this kind of polyandry, some brothers share a wife, and some fathers and sons share a wife. In theory, it is also incest, but not many people would regard this phenomenon as incest. Therefore, I think our relationship is not what is traditionally called incest, at best it is just an affair.

With these two reasons, we had a more passionate second and final time.

The next morning after that night, when I got up, my mother-in-law had already gone to work and breakfast was ready on the table.

There was also a note left on the table, which read: Please buy me two Yuting emergency contraceptive pills when you get back from get off work.

I criticized myself in my heart for only paying attention to pleasure and forgetting the most important thing. The town is very small. If you go out and meet ten people, at least seven or eight of them are people you know. It was not a good thing for a widow to buy contraceptives, so she had to entrust me with the task.

I spent more than ten days in anxiety, and I wanted to ask her but didn't dare. I keep an eye on her every day, fearing that she might suddenly start vomiting uncontrollably one day, which would be troublesome. About 20 days later, during dinner, I asked her, "Are you okay?" She said, "What do you mean, okay?"

"About the birth control pill."

"I ate it early. It's okay. I've passed it."

I felt relieved. For many days afterwards, I wanted to relive the old days but I didn't dare. Now she seems to be worried every day. She doesn't watch me surf the Internet, sits far away from me when watching TV, and rarely talks to me except about life matters. I know the knot in her heart. After all, it is not pleasant for anyone to sleep with the same man as her daughter. We spent another month in depression. One afternoon I came home from get off work, but she wasn't at home, even though she usually came home first.

I cooked food and waited for her, but she didn't come back until after nine o'clock in the evening. I didn't know where to find her because she didn't have a cell phone. I thought if she didn't come back in another hour I would have to go out and look for her. I kept looking at the watch in anxiety. After more than forty minutes, just when I was about to go out, the phone at home rang. I hurried over to answer the call. It was my mother-in-law's colleague Aunt Liu who called and said that my mother-in-law was drunk and had been sent downstairs, and asked me to pick her up. I ran downstairs in two steps. She was drunk. Although her mind was still clear, she was a little unsteady on her feet. When I was seeing Aunt Liu off, she explained to me the reason why my mother-in-law was drunk. A good sister at work had a birthday and invited them to dinner, but those who were not good at drinking drank too much during the meal.

When I got home, I went to see her in the bedroom. She was lying on the bed with her arms and legs spread out, her face flushed, her eyes closed, and she was breathing heavily. Her towering breasts rose and fell with her breathing. Half of her waist was exposed, and the tight jeans outlined the triangle area of ​​her body, which made people's blood boil. Originally I just wanted to help her take off her shoes, but then I reached out to her coat and pants. Today she was wearing a set of bright red lingerie. Under the light, the bright red bra and panties were particularly eye-catching. I stroked the breasts a few times and then reached my hand into the panties to touch the plump lower body triangle area. I was breathing heavily and my whole body was hot. I was about to lose control of myself, but I didn't dare. I tried hard to suppress my desire.

I pulled my hand out, and just as I turned around to leave, she opened her eyes, sat up and said, "Come on." It turned out that she had been awake all the time. I was suddenly at a loss for what to do and stood there for more than ten seconds. She slowly unhooked her bra and took off her panties on the bed, then lay down quietly. Her naked body was displayed in front of me, and the parts that I didn't see last time were now visible. Without the support of a bra, her breasts were flat and expanded to the sides, and they swayed when her body moved. Her breasts were not big, but the pointed peaks looked firm. Her nipples were positioned very high, and there was a large circle of light bra surrounding the two pink nipples, which was very tempting.

Her waist was a little thick, and the fullest part of her body was her round buttocks. In middle age, her lower abdomen no longer had the flatness and elasticity of a girl, but had been slightly bulging, revealing two white jade-like thighs. Her two plump and tender white buttocks were also completely exposed. At the root of the snow-white and almost translucent thighs was the hairy vulva that bulged high at the lower end of her lower abdomen. Her fair skin and dark pubic hair exuded an irresistible strong stimulation. The dark brown pubic hair was curly and thick, coarse and hard, covering her plump and raised vulva in an inverted triangle. The dark purple clitoris was sandwiched between the two thick labia like a ripe grape. From the front, you could see a pink crack in the white and smooth vulva, the bulging crotch was black and red, the mons pubis in the middle was slightly bulged outward, the two smooth labia, like budding petals, protruding high, and the faintly visible flesh slit in the middle was full of endless spring beauty and lust. Seeing all this, I felt a headache.

The air in this summer day seemed to be filled with suffocating pressure. I felt a fiery desire rushing through my body. My cheeks were burning and I was sweating all over. I tried desperately to use reason to suppress my impulsive instincts, but I couldn't suppress it completely, forcing me to stretch out my trembling hands to secretly rub my hard cock.

I took off my clothes and lay on top of her. She pushed me and said, "take it slow." I knew what she meant. I couldn't get straight to the point like I did last time, as that would hurt her. I lay on top of her and moved back a little so that my mouth was right on her breast. I lowered myself and put one of her breasts in my mouth, sucking gently and nibbling her nipple, making her feel very comfortable and she kept humming comfortable sounds through her nose. I stood up, found a clean bath towel and spread it on the bed, and asked her to turn over and lie down.

She seemed like she wanted to ask why, but she didn't have the nerve to, so she just let me do it. I spread her legs and knelt between her legs, starting from the back, gently caressing her back and waist like a lover... It seemed as if my hands had not only ten fingers, but many fingers covering every nerve ending of hers... I kept touching her, and soon she let out a slight moan: "Ah... Oh..." She soon felt it and her lower body unconsciously rubbed against the towel beneath her.

Then I knelt down behind her body and pushed her butt and waist. These two places are women's sexual sensitive areas, so of course I won't let them go. Maybe the massage was so comfortable that she instinctively raised her buttocks. But I didn't stimulate her core area right away. I knelt in front of her, bent down, and put my hands starting from her buttocks, passing over her waist and back, then sliding to the sides and reaching forward to touch her breasts! She couldn't control herself at that time. When I touched her nipples, she made an "Oh...Oh..." sound and took a deep breath. I continued to rub her nipples. I felt myself getting excited, as if my nerves were directly connected to my brain, and I was experiencing waves of stimulation. She also seemed to be relaxed. I touched her lower body and saw water being secreted in streams. She unconsciously raised her upper body so that I could hold her breasts. At the same time, her body twisted helplessly and involuntarily and she continued to moan "Hmm... Hmm..."

I licked her earlobes, neck and back, and gradually moved downwards, using my hands to rub her buttocks... I put my hands in the crack of her buttocks and moved them back and forth... From time to time, I also stuffed my penis into the crack of her buttocks and thrust it back and forth. She seemed to be on the verge of orgasm at this time, her lower body was pressed tightly against the bath towel, and her vaginal opening was completely wet.

I felt the time had come, so I held her waist with my hands and asked her to kneel down with her buttocks raised. I held my penis and rubbed it against the opening of her vagina to lubricate the tip of the penis before thrusting it straight in. At the moment it was submerged, I heard a heavy groan from her throat, and I felt intoxicated as if I was struck by an electric current.

I grabbed her plump buttocks and pushed and pulled hard, and my penis pushed hard into the deep of her vagina. The pair of hanging white breasts kept swinging back and forth. At the moment of being submerged, I heard a heavy groan from her throat, and I felt intoxicated as if I was struck by an electric current. I grabbed her plump buttocks and pushed and pulled hard, and my penis pushed deep into her vagina. The pair of hanging white breasts swayed back and forth, making the bed creak. Maybe because she had given birth to a child, her vagina was a little loose and did not have the tightness of a young woman's vagina, but this also increased a man's sexual stamina.

I kept on ramming... We changed positions, I was on top of her, my legs clamped her legs from the outside, she also clamped her legs tightly so that her vagina could clamp my penis well, I pressed her breasts tightly against my chest and rubbed them back and forth, the penis kept moving in the vagina, our pubic hair rubbed against each other... like a flood, when I used up my last bit of strength, my mother-in-law was already gasping for breath and sweating profusely, she also reached the extreme.

After endless physical pleasure, I lay on her and gasped for breath. She was also breathing heavily with her eyes closed. I raised my arms and looked at her face carefully. I saw the fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and the faint black spots on her face. Suddenly, a sense of guilt surged in my heart. "What am I doing?" I asked myself this question at an inappropriate time. But I couldn't show this expression. If she realized what I was thinking at the moment, it would only increase her sense of guilt.

I continued to caress her body as if nothing was wrong, gently kissing her breasts and earlobes, then stood up and put on my clothes with my back to her. When I got dressed and was ready to leave, she sat naked on the bed with her knees hugged, her head lowered with her hair covering half of her face. She said to me in a trembling voice, "Xiao Lei, let's stop here. We can't do this again in the future." I turned around and left her room silently without saying anything. I knew that what I did was right, and any words I said at this moment would be useless and powerless.

Neither she nor I have the power to choose between yes and no. We can only let time dilute this abnormal relationship in silence.

Winter came particularly early that year. We were all wrapped in thick clothes in the cold weather. The temptation of sexual information was greatly reduced. Combined with our restraint, we safely spent a turbulent winter. After winter, spring came. It seemed like a few days before Qingming Festival, I received a transfer order to go far away from the small town to a township government to serve as deputy secretary of the Party Committee. From then on, I had less time to meet my mother-in-law. I only had time to go back home with my wife on weekends. During meals, we would stare at each other silently without realizing it, but neither of us ever crossed the line.

I worked in the township from deputy secretary to secretary for six years. The reason why my mother-in-law and I had this relationship might be that a single man and a single woman living alone in a room fell in love over time. When these inducements no longer existed, we both controlled ourselves and returned to normal track. Perhaps some incest in reality also comes from this. After my younger sister graduated from the normal school, I used my connections to get her a teaching position at a middle school in a small town so that she could go home often to take care of my mother-in-law. Later, because I was promoted and my leader required me to work in another county, I was transferred to another county as the Organization Minister, and I had even less contact with my mother-in-law.

In my spare time, I often look back and examine every little detail between us. I have crossed the moral bottom line. In the struggle between desire and belief, the beliefs of both of us are worthless. Sex is a human instinct, but I went too far. But deep down, I found it hard to choose between right and wrong. Am I wrong?