Incest Discovered by My Wife (Family Incest Adult Fiction)

For ease of reading, I changed my name to mine

I was born in a poor mountain village in southern Hubei. After graduating from university, I was fortunately assigned to work as a secretary in the municipal government of my hometown.

The next year, when he saw others making a lot of money from the south, he felt itchy and his eyes turned red. He resigned from his public office and jumped into the sea, swimming straight to the south to pan for gold. Just when I was almost at the end of my rope, I had the good fortune to meet my current wife, Alan, who was the English translator of the general manager of a large corporate group. She is one and a half years younger than me and is a well-behaved southern girl born and raised. I don't know if she was moved by my crappy article, or if she was attracted by my maturity and steadiness that didn't match my actual age, but after we met at a party, Alan took the initiative to attack me, and our relationship developed rapidly, and we entered the stage of discussing marriage a year later. Alan quickly agreed to take me to meet my future mother-in-law.

Before this, Alan told me that her father died of illness when she was 7 years old, and her mother remained a widow for more than ten years and raised her daughter to adulthood. Now my mother is the deputy section chief of the Price Bureau. I had great respect for my future mother-in-law, but at the same time I was a little scared that she would reject me, a foreigner. After Alan's repeated encouragement, I mustered up the courage to step into the door of my future mother-in-law's house.

Maybe because she has been working in the office for a long time, my 43-year-old mother-in-law looks younger than her actual age. His every move and gesture maintained the solemn charm unique to government officials. The first time we met, he treated me lukewarmly and treated me just like a routine matter, which made me satisfied. And so, on February 18, 1997, Alan and I got married.

Since Alan and I didn't have any housing allocated by our companies and we couldn't afford to buy a commercial house at the moment, my mother-in-law renovated her three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment and made room for us as our new home.

I always feel reserved towards my mother-in-law. Firstly, perhaps because of her cadre status, she remained reserved in front of me; secondly, she was only 17 years older than me, and it always felt a bit awkward to call her "Mom". Fortunately, Alan has a lively personality and can get along well with my mother-in-law and me, so the atmosphere is not rigid.

In September 1997, the group company where Alan worked was planning to set up a branch in the United States and assigned her to go abroad to participate in the preparatory work for nine months. Before leaving, Alan hugged me and cried like a baby. I solemnly promised my new wife, "I will miss you day and night, and I am looking forward to your fulfillment of your merits and your early return."

After Alan left, I spent every day with my mother-in-law, beside the TV and at the dining table.

My mother-in-law started talking more and more, and the topics gradually evolved from general greetings to exchanges and discussions.

Since I am the kind of man who cannot take care of myself, my mother-in-law takes care of all my food and daily life. She even secretly takes out my underwear to wash. For some reason, I felt that I was getting along more and more harmoniously with my mother-in-law. It was not until then that I noticed that my mother-in-law was actually a very talkative woman. She had many unique insights into career and life, and she understood human nature and human feelings so well that I was secretly impressed. The two of them often talked and laughed, and even joked with each other occasionally. Gradually, an intimate understanding developed between them.

One afternoon three months after Alan went abroad, his mother-in-law was hit by a car on her way home from get off work. After hearing the news, I rushed to the hospital. At that time, my mother-in-law was lying on the hospital bed with an IV drip and a laceration in her right foot. For several days in a row, I took leave and stayed in the hospital day and night, running up and down, changing needles and getting medicine, stewing soup and delivering water, and my eyes were red from staying up all night. Her roommates enviously praised her for being blessed to have such a young and affectionate husband, and her mother-in-law smiled and didn't correct them.

A month later, my mother-in-law recovered and was discharged from the hospital. After returning home, she immediately cooked for me delicious roast suckling pig and other my favorite dishes, and also spent 1,900 yuan to buy me a set of "Hongdou" suits. I originally thought that this was a way for my mother-in-law to repay me for taking care of her in the hospital, but later I felt that it meant much more than that. After that, there was always a smile on my mother-in-law's lips, her face was rosy, and her tone when addressing me became very light and gentle.

At the dinner table, my mother-in-law kept picking up food for me with a burning look in her eyes. She didn't like watching sports channels, but during that period she often sat next to me on XX to watch "甲A" and so on. Her clothes were also quietly changing. She used to wear gray clothes, but now when she got home, she would change her styles to wear very popular light pink and emerald green clothes, and she exuded a faint scent of rose perfume.

In the past, she would take a shower after I went to bed at night. Recently, she took a shower early after dinner and walked around in front of me in her pajamas.

This series of signs made me feel that there was something quietly and warmly surging in my mother-in-law's eyes, and this surging heat was closely related to me. I can't be sure, and I dare not think about it deeply, but I definitely have this feeling.

On New Year's Eve in 1997, Alan was in New York and was unable to return home. Under the soft light, my mother-in-law and I sat face to face and ate the New Year's Eve dinner. She said it was boring for me to drink alone, so she filled a glass for herself and drank and chatted with me.

I said, "Mom, time flies. In a few hours it will be 1998."

The mother-in-law was stunned when she heard this. I immediately regretted my careless words, wondering if these words had touched something deep in her heart.

She picked up the wine glass and drank it all, then filled my glass and said, "Yes, life goes by so fast!" As she talked and drank, she gradually became a little drunk. She put down her chopsticks and sat softly on the bed. Then she began to tell me about her long-standing pain. Her husband's misfortune had placed a heavy burden on the family. She also had to be careful of gossip outside. It was really not easy to raise a daughter. Her eyes became moist as she talked...

Then she said, "Actually, it's not easy for you men either!"

My mother-in-law's sigh aroused my infinite sadness. I didn't know what to say for a moment, so I took out a tissue and handed it to my mother-in-law.

As she was talking, she leaned on my shoulder unconsciously, and I couldn't help but reach out and touch my mother-in-law's hair...

She was suddenly startled, her face turned red and hot, and she seemed to want to leave my shoulder. Taking advantage of the alcohol, I plucked up the courage to hold her tightly in my arms and gently stroked her shoulders. I really didn’t know what to say at that time, my heart was beating so fast.

My mother-in-law buried her face tightly in my chest, without saying a word, and I felt her tears flowing out. When my mother-in-law raised her head and I stared into her eyes, I felt her body shaking. I said to her, "Mom, I will treat you well from now on!"

She suddenly blushed and hugged me and kissed me on the forehead. The feeling in my heart was immediately further confirmed, and I became much bolder. I was infected by my mother-in-law's enthusiasm, and kissed her forehead and corners of her eyes, which had slightly fine crow's feet, a little madly, and tentatively touched her chest through her shirt. My mother-in-law fell limply into my arms and gently patted my back with her hands.

I felt more and more confident, so I slowly unbuttoned her shirt. Her breasts were so big, standing there and shaking as I touched them. I gently lifted her white bra, and the nipples on her two still round breasts had already turned dark red. I rubbed the soft yet firm flesh, leaned over and took the two ripe grapes into my mouth, licking them back and forth with the tip of my tongue... They gradually became hard under my strong sucking.

My tongue moved down inch by inch along the deep cleavage. Under my stimulation, my mother-in-law made a soft, unclear, humming sound from her mouth, and her body and limbs kept twisting.

My rationality had long since lost its function. I could only feel the blood vessels in my body throbbing, and an urgent desire to possess her rising uncontrollably, wave after wave...

Everything went smoothly. I loosened my mother-in-law's belt a little, and slid my hand along her slightly bulging belly to her lower abdomen, and then into her panties...

Just when it was about to be touched, an accident happened.

My mother-in-law suddenly clenched my hand and said nervously: "No, stop, we...we can't do this after all...I'm worried about Alan..."

My mother-in-law's sudden change of mind made me feel a little overwhelmed and even embarrassed. But I didn't dare to get up, because I knew in my heart that if I gave up at this moment, she would run away forever, and I couldn't tell what the consequences would be. Then everything would be over.

I didn't care about anything at that time. Before she could cover herself, I pulled all her pants down to below her knees, exposing her lower body completely under the soft light of the wall lamp.

I looked up and saw a beautiful scene in front of me. A middle-aged woman - my mother-in-law, was showing me her white thighs, smooth skin, and dark pubic hair despite the years...

"No! Don't look...it's so embarrassing...turn off the lights..." She closed her eyes and begged me, her tone much softer.

Because of my insistence, my mother-in-law finally compromised and allowed me to carry her into her room.

The lights are out. My body pressed heavily on my mother-in-law's naked body, and I pressed my chest against her towering breasts. For the first time in my life, I felt the inner magic of a middle-aged woman. The soft and maternal touch made me ecstatic. I moaned and hugged my mother-in-law tighter.

"You're so beautiful! I... love you so much."

My mother-in-law no longer refused my touch. My hand groped wantonly in her pubic hair, but she struggled and twisted her hips and refused to let me enter smoothly. This was almost exactly the same as when Alan and I first went to bed. I wonder if it is the same for other women?

I climbed on my mother-in-law's face and kissed her breasts. The penis below was now indestructible. I only heard my mother-in-law scream, and my penis entered her vagina...

After drinking, I was like a wild beast in horniness.

"Oh! ... You ... Be gentle! ... I ... am so old ... You really ... I ... "

At this time, my mother-in-law was no longer able to "resist". She allowed me to kiss any part of her body, allowed my hands to stroke her body back and forth, and allowed me to "ravage" her and possess her again and again.

As my lower body thrusted back and forth vigorously, I could fully feel my mother-in-law's tenderness and excitement... She half-opened her mouth and moaned. At the moment of my ejaculation, my mother-in-law hugged my hips tightly, tightly... Streams of hot semen poured into her dry body, and my mouth was deeply pressed on her lips, and I collapsed exhausted in her warm arms...

When I woke up in the morning, I had a severe headache. I suddenly found myself lying naked on the bed in my mother-in-law's bedroom. Then I immediately remembered everything that happened last night. I was startled, and after a moment of delight, I started to worry. During breakfast, my mother-in-law brought out a large bowl of steaming poached eggs from the kitchen with a shy blush on her face.

I was uneasy the whole day on New Year's Day and didn't dare to look my mother-in-law in the eye, but she acted as if nothing had happened and did laundry, cooked, and received guests who came to pay New Year's greetings. Even when I went to bed at night, my heart was still uneasy, and I always felt that something was going to happen one after another.

At around 11:30 p.m. on the fourth day of the Chinese New Year, shortly after I went to bed, I heard the door of my room being gently pushed open with a creak, and then a figure flashed in. I was happy and scared, but I quickly calmed down. After giving it my all, I felt more at ease facing everything. Like a real man, I carried my mother-in-law to the bed. I tried my best to suppress the temptation of desire and boldly expressed my love to my mother-in-law who had been widowed for many years. My sincere words and rough hug made my mother-in-law almost collapse in my arms.

After encountering my mother-in-law's affair, I once developed a sense of guilt of "incest" and deep remorse for being unfaithful to my wife. It wasn't until we received Alan's call that we woke up from our dream. I remember when Alan got off the plane, he ran towards me desperately, hugged me and cried excitedly in public. The mother-in-law stood quietly by the side, with a barely perceptible hint of jealousy across her face.

After my wife came home, she gave me a loud kiss in front of my mother-in-law to thank me for taking care of my mother for the past nine months. I felt guilty and my face felt hot as if little bugs were crawling on it. I was worried that my clues would be discovered, and even more worried that my mother-in-law would reveal the secret out of jealousy.

I have to admire women's meticulousness. Alan smelled something a few days after he returned home. She asked me quietly, "My mother has changed a lot since I went abroad, have you noticed?"

I said there is no change, Alan said: "No, Mom seems to have become much younger. She never wore colorful clothes before, but I found that there are several new fashions in her wardrobe. Don't you think it's strange?"

I said how would I know about women. Alan laughed at me and called me a careless person and a big fool.

Not long after this incident, my mother-in-law vomited while eating. Alan advised her to go to the hospital to see a doctor, but she said that the cold was nothing to worry about. But he still vomited on the second and third days.

At night, Alan asked inexplicably beside her pillow: "Has any man come to our house in the past few days?"

I said no.

The wife asked again if Uncle Wang had come.

Uncle Wang is the head of the personnel department at my mother-in-law's unit. I heard that he had been pursuing my mother-in-law relentlessly since his wife's death. But for some reason, my mother-in-law had always rejected him.

When Alan asked me this question, I was confused for a moment and answered casually, "I don't think I've been here before."

That's strange. In his sleep, he murmured, "How could this happen? How could this happen..."

The next day, my mother-in-law came back from the hospital and said she had gastritis and asked for sick leave to recuperate at home. Alan happened to be on a business trip, and before leaving, he repeatedly reminded me to take good care of my mother. I didn't dare to be negligent and bought some chicken soup for my mother-in-law and sent it to her bedside. My mother-in-law grabbed my hand and tears flowed down her cheeks. I don't know why, but when I saw her frail body, I suddenly felt pity for her...

Since Alan returned to China, he has become a busy man in his career, going on business trips every now and then. My mother-in-law and I are still in touch. Her understanding, motherly, and wifely tenderness and caressing are impossible for me to refuse. In this way, our family of three is like a small boat sailing on the sea, with mother and daughter paddling and son-in-law steering the boat.

After secretly reading my wife's diary, my heart was deeply shocked. If I hadn't accidentally discovered the secret in my wife's diary, I might have always been confident and satisfied that I could control the love and fate of two women. But as I turned the pages of the diary, beads of sweat rolled down my forehead...

That day, I went to the market to buy groceries but had no money. I saw my wife's purse hanging on the wall, so I opened it to take some change. I unexpectedly found an exquisite diary in the purse. As far as I could remember, Alan had never had the habit of keeping a diary, so I opened it and read it out of curiosity. Oh my god! A hot current rushed to my forehead, my eyes suddenly turned black, and my hands trembled. It turned out that my wife had already known about my affair with my mother-in-law.

There are 13 entries in my wife’s diary, and each one of them terrifies me. Not only did she know about what happened between me and her mother, but she also knew that her mother got pregnant and went to the hospital for an abortion.

"It was a rainy summer night. The sky was clear, and a few sparse stars were silently accompanying a cool moon. But tonight I went home early because I was not feeling well. I quietly opened the door of my mother's room and found that it was ajar. From inside the room came a faint strange sound, like a dog drinking water.

I listened attentively. Only vague and intermittent heavy groans could be heard, as if a seriously ill person was groaning in bed, followed by waves of dizzying creaking sounds of the big bed shaking.

My hunch was correct. I felt ashamed in my mind. My mother was so restless. She had betrayed my father! But curiosity made me walk slowly towards the door, and I was stunned instantly!

There were two sweaty people making love naked in the room. What I never expected was that the naked man... was actually him! My husband!

He was riding on my mother and moving like crazy! He was like a hungry tiger catching a sheep, and there was a sound of sucking when they were having sex. My mother was lying on her back on the bed, her lower body naked, her upper body half-undressed, revealing a large bra, but it was also half-covered. My husband was lying on top of my mother, hugging her tightly, and exerting force with his lower body. His mother twisted her body beneath him, humming in a dreamy voice.

Watching my husband moving his hips, each time faster and harder, I saw both of them trembling all over, and I was trembling too. After my husband had thrusted again and again, and done it for dozens of times, he suddenly stopped, and the whole room fell silent.

Through the crack in the door, I saw the husband lying on top of my mother, just panting. After a while, he got up and pulled out his penis. His penis was wet, and their sweat and semen had also soaked the bed sheet. A sultry spring scene was completely presented in front of me. I didn't say anything for a long time, and my mind was blank...

Oh my god! I'm breaking down!

Just the day before, in this house, in my room, I had also made the same passionate moans as my mother did under my husband. And today, he actually took possession of my mother's body, my biological mother! His mother-in-law!

I feel ashamed, I don't know how they could have gotten to this point, there's no way he could have had sex with my mother! He is despicable! I hate him so much! But how should I face it? what do I do?

I walked alone on the street. From the colorful scene at the beginning to the end when I saw that every household had turned off the lights and gone to bed, my heart became cold.

I don't know what's going on. All I can think about is the image of two bodies tossing and turning on the bed. I just know that I can't do this! One is my mother and the other is my husband. They can’t do this. They have betrayed morals, betrayed their families, and done things that they shouldn’t have done? I thought wildly and fearfully, even though it made me feel sick, what else could I do? I can't get a divorce, why? I don't know either! because? Maybe it’s because I still need a husband and a home that feels like home…”

Alan also wrote in her diary: "I never dreamed that the person closest to me would steal my husband away, and the person I loved the most would betray my feelings. I really want to die!"

In another post, she wrote: "My heart is bleeding, but I can't hate her. It's not easy for my mother to be a widow for more than ten years!"

She said that we must remain calm no matter what and must not show any emotion that would break the window paper. After a painful struggle, her emotions gradually calmed down. She even forgave and approved of the affair between me and her mother. The wife’s diary was simply unbelievable: it turned out that her so-called “business trip” was all fake, and the fact was that she rested in the office every few days. Deliberately leaving an "opportunity" for me and her mother.

I gently put the diary back to its place, as if nothing had happened, and tried my best to hide the shock in my heart.

One night half a year later, I suddenly decided to move out and rent a house. The two women looked at each other, then glared at me. I explained that Alan and I were grown-ups and should start our own business and start our own family. Alan expressed his firm opposition without hesitation: "Is it because our mother is not good to you? A family together can take care of each other. Besides, can you afford the financial expenses of renting a house outside?" I still insisted on my point of view. We argued endlessly, and my mother-in-law remained silent, as if she was thinking about something.

Finally, it was she who broke the stalemate and said, "That's good. Moving out will cost more, which in turn will motivate you two to earn more money. You will have to buy a new house sooner or later anyway." With the support of his mother-in-law, Alan finally surrendered.

Last fall, we moved to a residential area three kilometers away from my mother-in-law and lived in a one-bedroom house. Four months later, good news came: Alan's belly gradually became bigger. I was so happy that I danced with joy. A homeless man like me could finally become a father!

May 19th this year was my mother-in-law’s birthday, and my wife and I went to celebrate her birthday early. The house was in a mess and deserted. My mother-in-law put on her gray dress again. Her lipstick was gone, the blush on her face was gone, and fine wrinkles appeared at the corners of her eyes. I felt really sad. Although my mother-in-law and I both understood that what we were doing was against human ethics, what we had was more than just a physical affair after all.

During lunch, Alan said, "Mom, we still want to move back home. In the future, our little grandson will need you as his grandmother to take care of him." The mother-in-law forced a smile but did not answer.

In the afternoon, the wife took her son to her aunt's house again. With this opportunity, I sneaked in while my mother-in-law was reading a newspaper by the bed and hugged her.

Her face immediately turned red, and she tried to push me away but failed. She quickly blamed me, "Ah... No!... Don't... Don't do this!... I'm your mother-in-law, right? Aren't you afraid of being seen in broad daylight?"

I kissed her red cheek firmly and said, "There won't be anyone else now, just the two of us."

My mother-in-law put on a traditional feminine attitude and said, "I'm really a little scared... For the sake of the children, for the sake of this family... Let's forget it..."

I knew she was really worried and must still be angry with me, so I forced her under me. She still wanted to struggle, but I decided not to give her a chance to speak and sealed her mouth with my mouth. Her resistance became weaker and weaker, and finally she gave in to me.

Every time I hug my mother-in-law and smell her scent, I think of my wife, and I have a feeling that my desire for her will be eliminated. And another force immediately emerged in my heart to counteract it, that is. For me, this power is the pleasure of conquering taboos, which is far greater than the previous power.

There was a dressing mirror next to the bed, which reflected our naked embrace. Looking at my mother-in-law's snow-white, plump body and her two breasts swinging back and forth in the mirror, I couldn't help but put my hand into her vagina.

"Oh!... Look at you... Here you are again... Late in the afternoon..." An alluring pink color appeared on my mother-in-law's face.

I climbed onto her smooth and soft belly again and put my hand on her still full and bulging belly.

The afternoon sun shines on the bed, highlighting my mother-in-law's white skin and black hair. The bedroom was filled with our heavy breathing and her deep moans...

When I thrust forward and inserted into her vagina, she hid in my arms and sobbed again. She said she couldn't tell whether she was happy or sad...

Back at the rental house, Alan again proposed to move back in, acting coquettishly and threateningly: Just give me one night to think about it, otherwise you will not let me off tomorrow.

This was undoubtedly a crucial decision for me. That night, I was walking alone on the street and lit a cigarette. I thought a lot. The first thing that came to my mind was my wife Alan, a lively and kind-hearted girl. What kind of mental pain and struggle did she go through after her love was robbed? What kind of choices, balance and coordination did she make between family affection and love?

I think of my mother-in-law - a middle-aged woman who still has charm. In fact, she was not a coquettish person. She had been a widow for many years and had endured hardships for her daughter. She won wide acclaim for always abiding by the code of conduct for women. What is hidden deep inside her heart and her emotions?

I thought of myself again. Am I a dirty and despicable man? I remember that I have always adhered to the belief of love since I first fell in love. I will never be a fickle man and I will never have physical contact with any woman other than my wife. In fact, I did it before I got married. But why would I end up lying in another woman’s bed while my wife was out of the country for several months? I loved Alan deeply, but I betrayed my promise to her and my own beliefs in love. How do I explain this betrayal? The occurrence and development of the affair between my mother-in-law and I was not just led by her alone, but also involved my tacit cooperation. Is this kind of relationship love or incest? …I’m confused.