Wife and Mother (Wife and Mature Adult Novels)

Title: Wife and Mother

Author: Nujia

Provided by: Daisy at T2

My marriage to my son has gone through many twists and turns, but I have never regretted it.

My marriage to him was a great event in the church. The priest of the church especially praised our courage when he tied us in "eternal marriage" in the temple. He said that this is the only way for us to ascend to heaven.

Although secular laws prohibit plural marriage and regard marriage between close relatives as immoral and sinful, the founder of the church married thirty wives. Some of his wives were sisters, and some were mothers and daughters sharing one husband. Some of the ancestors even married their sisters and aunts to form eternal marriages.

The church also encourages believers to trace their family tree. Brothers in the church can marry the women of their ancestors after death so that they can have an eternal home and their souls can ascend to heaven. I am one of the few church members who is willing to actually marry my son. I should be praised, but due to the law of the country, they can only hold the ceremony for us in secret.

Of course, eternal marriage and physical union are two different things, but a husband is a husband. No matter who he is, if he desires physical intimacy and even expects to have children from this union, this is his right and is in accordance with the doctrine revealed in God's scriptures. So, my son became my husband, I became my son's wife, and I began to live with him as both his wife and his mother.

Before marriage, my son's aggressive pursuit of a partner really made me fascinated. I also blame myself for being weak-willed. His sweet words made my heart flutter, because I never thought that my son would be a suitor under my skirt.

He has been frail and sickly since childhood, which always makes me worry. He was zealous about religion but didn't care about anything else. My late husband was not a believer of my religion and he disagreed greatly with my son’s and my religion. I often had to act like a hen, protecting him under my wings and defending him.

Unexpectedly, after my husband died, he started pursuing me. On one of his way back to his hometown to preach, he confessed his feelings to me and proposed to me directly, asking me to marry him.

I never thought my son would propose to me. I thought he was joking, but I found out he was serious. I also never thought he would use his religious aspirations as a reason to marry no one else. I understood what the doctrine meant and thought he was proposing a marriage with religious significance only because he was concerned about the destination of my soul.

I appreciated his concern for this, but he made it clear in no uncertain terms that he required me to fulfill my earthly marital responsibilities at the same time as him, and that doctrine did not prohibit it. He relied on God's will, which made it impossible for me to evade it, because if he really had such an understanding, God's will could not be violated.

I thought about it for a week and also consulted the religious teacher for advice, and finally decided to marry him.

I don’t know where I got the courage to say yes, it must have been God’s support. When the wedding date was set, I wanted to regret it but it was too late.

Before we got married, he treated me according to religious rules and our relationship was only polite.

After we made our marriage vows, we stayed in the same room during our journey, but slept in separate beds, which meant that his proposal to me was not out of lust, but was in accordance with the will of heaven.

In order to avoid embarrassing me, he and I flew to a temple abroad to get married. In the bridal chamber, he made love with me despite being a virgin. He was very considerate in every way, taking into account my feelings as a mother and of course also taking care of his needs as a wife. Whether I am willing to expose my body, the extent of exposure, the method of sex and the number of times all require my consent.

During my honeymoon, I have experienced the sweetness of being respected and loved by my husband. He has tried his best to satisfy me according to my requirements both mentally and physically, which makes me believe that I did not marry the wrong person and that this decision is in line with God's will. I believe that if my late husband knew about this, he would not blame me.

When I returned from my honeymoon, the first thing I did was to tell my eldest brother about this good news. He was the leader of the believers in the church, and he seemed to disagree, but since what we did was in line with the church rules, he had nothing to say and accepted us.

Her husband also promised to continue to rely on him in the company. Because he had to deal with complicated people and situations, my husband showed his weakness of shallow experience, mainly in business dealings and the open and veiled struggles within the family. As a mother, I want to make decisions for him, but as his wife, I should let my husband take the lead himself.

No one outside the church knew that we were married. The only person who knew about it was my eldest brother. He was highly respected in the church and held a high position in the company. My late husband trusted him quite a bit when he was alive. His ambition soon became apparent: he wanted to seize power in the company.

The situation was tense and we had different methods and styles of doing things, so my husband and I often quarreled because of this. For a period of time, we slept in separate rooms and our marriage was in trouble. I managed to stay afloat and had to retreat into the background.

Not long after getting married, I became pregnant because I didn’t use any contraception, which put me under even greater mental stress.

The young husband does not understand the art of politics. My eldest brother, who was scheming, used the secret of our marriage as a handle to force my husband to marry his daughter so that he could control the situation.

My niece, who is also a member of the church, knows that she has to share a husband with my aunt. In the family, I am the elder, and according to religious rules, I am the principal wife, but legally she is the official wife.

On their wedding day, I was the master of ceremonies for the sake of the overall situation. I explained to the guests that I was gaining weight despite my big belly.

Soon her belly became big and she went abroad to give birth. But my husband was threatened and could not accompany me.

When my son was born, I was alone in the delivery room dealing with everything. I felt sad and thought about my life story. Because I was old, I almost had a dystocia. Fortunately, I survived the danger and both mother and child are safe.

From then on, I had to separate from my husband and live with my newborn son, living a life like exile. My eldest brother warned me that as soon as I went back, the fact that we were married and had a child would be exposed, my husband would be disgraced, and our son would have no way to survive.

During my exile, my husband could only find time to visit me and we would express our longing for each other. We cherished the moments together and the test of separation proved that our relationship could withstand the ups and downs.

When he made love, there was more passion and love than ever before, which solidified and deepened our love. At this time, he wanted to give up everything and live with me. My husband loves me so much, I will die without regrets. I felt that what my elder brother had done was unworthy, and I vowed to preserve my late husband's family business, so I decided to launch a counterattack.

My niece also gave birth to a daughter for my husband a year later. I secretly thanked the heavens because according to my late husband's will, males had the right of inheritance. I thought it was God's arrangement and blessing for me.

In order to fight back, I went back secretly.

There are still some of my late husband’s confidants in the company who are loyal to me. There were also some old friends on the board of directors, and they all thought my eldest brother was not worthy of what he had done. I acted as a mother to win them over and get their help. Finally, I got the evidence of his cheating and forced him to resign. I will not pursue the proceeds of his fraud in exchange for his promise to keep our secret.

We regained control, but we felt that family was more important than career, so we decided to give up our careers and live a new life abroad with me.

My religion does not allow divorce, and my husband has feelings for his cousin, and for the sake of the daughter she gave birth to, the three of us met and had our say. She understood the big picture and was willing to accept an arrangement that was in line with the doctrine and become my co-wife, but she acknowledged me as the principal wife and was willing to be a concubine. I also accepted her generously, treating her as a peer and "sister", rather than as an aunt or niece.

Because I am older, my "son husband" and I almost had an accident when we had our first child. Although my husband loves children, he insisted that I use contraception. Therefore, the responsibility of having children fell on his cousin.

After she gave birth to two daughters in a row, she finally gave birth to a son with her third pregnancy. She asked her children to respectfully call me "Auntie".

Another proof of my husband's deep love for me is that he sleeps with me six days out of seven and only goes to my cousin's room on the seventh day.

I think this is unfair to my sister, because since we are sharing a wife, we should share the joy of sex. But I am twenty years older than my husband, and I feel inferior. I am afraid that I will get old and lose my looks and my husband will despise me.

But he is a filial man after all. He would not embarrass his mother and always consider my feelings. She expressed that her love for me would never change and gave me more care and love. My sister was seven or eight years younger than her husband and her sex life should have been in charge. However, she was in charge of childbirth and her belly was too busy to give birth to babies one after another and have sex with my husband. In the end, it was still up to me, as the elder sister, to take charge.

When she stopped conceiving, her husband's sexual desire also decreased, and I was more considerate of the sexual needs of older people than she was.

My son knew that he had to make proper arrangements between his two wives. One had shared his hardships and was both his wife and mother, and the other was his childhood sweetheart. We are as close as brothers and sisters. The palms of our hands are made of flesh, and the backs of our hands are made of flesh. We are close to each other, and even closer than before. Since we are so close, we openly discussed it with us and proposed a compromise solution that the three of us, husband, wife and sisters, should sleep in the same bed and pillow together. We all thought it was feasible.

My husband and I have been married for twenty years. I have been his wife in bed and his mother outside of bed. I have suffered for him and risked my own life to raise his children.

He was loyal to me and was forced to marry my young and beautiful cousin, but he still put me first and was very affectionate to me. As a woman, I knew that my sister had to share her husband's feelings with others, so my husband made love with me that night, and pushed his husband to my sister next to him the next night.

My niece respected me even more because she saw that I loved her like my own sister and daughter. However, it is women's nature for us two sisters to compete for favor. It would be strange if we didn't compete.

We are not competing for who is bigger or smaller, but to show off our skills in bed and see who is better. In this regard, I have the upper hand. My late husband's sexual desire is actually stronger than my son's. But when my son has sex with me, there is one thing that my late husband does not have: an almost obsessive religious zeal. Satisfying my physical and spiritual needs is the responsibility given to him by God.

When I saw my husband having sex with his sister, his sister was trying her best to be coquettish and charming, but my husband didn't seem to appreciate it very much. He did not have that kind of enthusiasm for his wife who was older, had a better figure and looked in every way. My sister often thinks that she cannot compare to me, and is even jealous of me, because she receives different treatment in bed.

My dear husband has been loyal all his life, devoted to the church, and caring for his wife and children. Unfortunately, he has been weak since he was young, and it is possible that the competition between my sister and I in bed shortened his life.

The old send off the young. He is gone, leaving behind two sisters and more than thirty descendants. I am the elder, so I don't have to wear mourning clothes or observe mourning for him, but I still fulfill my responsibilities as a wife. I observe mourning for him as a widow.

I believe that when the end of the world comes, he will wake up and call me, the name of his beloved wife. I will then respond and rise again. In eternity, I will ascend to become a god with him, and we will enjoy the love of husband and wife forever, have children, and multiply our descendants in the universe...

As for my niece, my good sister who used to share a husband with me, he also woke her up and took her to the world of eternal bliss. I didn’t mind because by that day, my husband would have been promoted to one of the gods, with endless sexual desire and energy. Oh, no wonder the female sages in the church also agreed to their husbands having multiple wives, to prepare for the eternal kingdom…

My husband, my son, is fortunate to marry you, and you also have the vision to marry me, a virtuous and capable wife. Although I once had thoughts of regretting this eternal marriage because of the troubles it brought, we both overcame the obstacles with our immense determination and love, proving that we are worthy of being husband and wife in eternity, and of being your principal wife.

Your father, although he is better at making love than you and loves me very much, is not as lucky as you. Or should I say, I am so lucky that you chose me.

Goodbye, I’ll continue to be your husband and wife in Yongfuli. At that time, we can make love endlessly and have countless children.

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