Chapter 115

　　Oh, Mommy is so pitiful. She lost her husband so young! I remember when I was little, I heard Mommy making those sounds several times. I thought she was sick, and when I peeked through the crack in the door, I always saw her naked, touching her body. I didn’t dare make a sound. Later, when I grew up, I realized Mommy was masturbating. I didn’t understand then, but now that I’m married, I understand how important sex is to a woman! Now, I can’t be without you for a moment!

　　 I asked, “Then why didn’t Mommy get married again?”

　　 “Mommy was doing it for me, afraid I’d be neglected, afraid I wouldn’t be able to accept it. Actually, now I realize how lonely Mommy is! I really hope Mommy remarries!”

　　 I said, “Then let’s try to persuade her to find someone, okay?”

　　 She said, “Dad is a very good person—handsome, smart, capable, considerate, and of high status; Mom is also a strong woman herself. So I think even if she agrees to remarry, she’ll probably have a hard time finding someone suitable!”

　　 “Then why don’t you try to test the waters?”

　　 She nodded: “Let’s talk about it when we have the chance!” After saying that, she snuggled into my arms and fell asleep.

　　 On the third night, Alan whispered to me in bed, “Hao, I told Mom about that, and at first she was adamant about not wanting to. But after my repeated persuasion, she finally agreed to consider it. But when I asked her what kind of husband she wanted, guess what she said?”

　　 “How should I know!” I said.

　　 “Mommy half-jokingly said to me, ‘If you’re going to find someone, find someone exactly like Ahao in every way.’ It seems she has very high standards. This is really difficult; there’s only one Ahao in the world, where can we find another Ahao!”

　　 As she said this, she suddenly added slyly, “Hey! Looks like Mommy has taken a liking to you! How about I transfer you to her?”

　　 “Nonsense!” I gave her a light pinch on the bottom, and she let out a sweet cry before throwing herself into my arms…

　　 After the revelry, she nestled in my arms and sighed softly, “It’s a pity she’s my mommy; if only she were my sister!”

　　 I asked, “What’s wrong with that?”

　　 She said, “Then I’ll follow the story of Empress Ying and Yu’e, and we’ll both marry you and become your wives!”

　　 A thought flashed through my mind, and I blurted out, “Okay!” But then I realized that this was impossible; how could a mother and daughter share a husband!

　　 She said earnestly, “Hey! I have an idea, but I don’t know if it’s feasible?”

　　 I asked, “Tell me about it.”

　　 She said, “I want to persuade my mom to really marry you too!”

　　 That was a shocking statement! I was stunned and shook my head repeatedly, saying, “How can this be!”

　　 She said sweetly, “Ah Hao, I’m serious! Anyway, the three of us already live together, we just sleep separately now. If we invite Mommy to live with us, wouldn’t that solve her loneliness? And no one else will know.”

　　 I said, “No! In this world, I only love you!”

　　 She said sweetly, “But Mommy isn’t an outsider! If you love me, you have to love Mommy too! Do you think Mommy is old or not pretty enough?”

　　 “No, no! Mommy is only nine years older than me, and she looks very young and beautiful. If I were to marry her, how happy I would be to have you two, mother and daughter, by my side every day!”

　　 Of course I love Mommy very much, but I just don’t like to say it out loud. So I asked again, “Then…would Mommy agree?”

　　 She said cheerfully, “If you really agree, then let me do the work!”

　　 I said, “Of course I’d love to, but I’m afraid Mommy won’t agree! Let’s see how good your silver tongue is!”

　　 The next day, I worked overtime at the company and didn’t go home that night. At dinner the following evening, I noticed that my mother-in-law’s face flushed crimson the moment she saw me. She didn’t say a word during the meal, keeping her head down the whole time. I was puzzled and didn’t press her for an explanation. Only after Alan and I went to bed did she whisper to me, “I talked to Mom about that matter.”

　　 “Did she agree?” I asked impatiently.

　　 “I strongly oppose it,” she said, somewhat disappointed.

　　 “How did you talk to her?” I asked.

　　 “I slept with my mother and solemnly discussed my thoughts. My mother was so angry that she scolded me for talking nonsense. I said, ‘You said yourself that if you were going to marry, you would marry someone just like Ahao in every way!’ She said, ‘But I didn’t say that I wanted to marry Ahao! I really like Ahao. If you hadn’t married him, I really would have married him. But now he’s my son-in-law. How can a mother-in-law marry her son-in-law?’ I tried everything, from gentle persuasion to forceful arguments, but she just wouldn’t agree.”

　　 “Then let’s just forget about it!”

　　 I said, “Your idea is completely illogical!”

　　 “No! I’m not going to let this go!”

　　 She muttered under her breath, somewhat annoyed, “I’m going to make sure she marries you!”

　　 “Could you force someone into marriage?” I asked jokingly.

　　 “Yes, I’ve come up with another idea!”

　　 She said smugly, “This is a plan to turn something raw into something cooked!” Then she quietly told me the plan in detail.

　　 I deliberately said, “Absolutely not.”

　　 She said, “It’s okay. Mommy loves you very much, and she will definitely forgive you if you do something wrong!”

　　 After much persuasion from her, I finally agreed to give it a try.

　　 The Third Adventure in Wonderland: The Handsome Son-in-Law Wins Over His Charming Mother-in-Law

　　 Thanks to Alan’s meticulous arrangements, our whole family went on a trip to Jiujiang.

　　 In a luxury hotel in Lushan, Jiujiang, Jiangxi Province, we rented a two-bedroom suite. We planned to stay there for a month to escape the hot summer.

　　 The scenery of Mount Lu is truly like a fairyland, making people feel relaxed and carefree. We visited one scenic spot every day and had a wonderful time.

　　 That day, we returned from Immortal Peak. Alan suggested we have a good drink, and my mother and I agreed. She arranged for the hotel to deliver food and drinks to our room. After showering, we all sat down around the table.

　　 The family drank heartily, carefree, enjoying the simple pleasures of family life. Laughter filled the air, and they frequently raised their glasses. Alan and I kept urging Mom to drink. She gladly accepted, exclaiming with immense joy, “This is wonderful! Children, I haven’t had such a good time in years!”

　　 That day, everyone drank quite a bit, especially Mommy. I’m usually the biggest drinker, but I tried to restrain myself because Alan reminded me beforehand. This was part of Alan’s plan.

　　 By ten o’clock that evening, Mom was already somewhat out of control due to the alcohol. Her face was flushed, her beautiful eyes were hazy, and perhaps because she felt hot, she unconsciously unbuttoned her coat and leaned back in her chair. At Alan’s suggestion, she stood up and began to dance. Although her steps were unsteady due to the alcohol, her graceful figure and swaying waist made for a very beautiful sight. As she danced, she softly sang a light and lyrical tune, her clear and bright eyes occasionally flashing with captivating charm. We all applauded for her. She happily said, “I’m so happy today! I haven’t danced and sung like this in years!”

　　 After the dance, she rested for a while and said she wanted to sleep. Alan and I helped her into our bedroom. This was also Alan’s plan. Mommy was drunk and couldn’t see clearly. She let us help her lie down and soon fell fast asleep, her beautiful eyes closed and her cheeks slightly flushed, truly like a begonia in the rain.

　　 After a while, Alan and I exchanged a smile, and Alan tentatively nudged her and called her name, but she seemed oblivious. Seeing that Mommy was sleeping soundly, Alan began to loosen her clothes. When her snow-white, full breasts were suddenly revealed, I turned away in embarrassment.

　　 Alan immediately exclaimed coquettishly, “Oh dear, aren’t you coming to help? You’re going to exhaust me! You’re such a bookworm and hypocrite! In a little while, you’ll be embracing this stunning beauty and making love to her to your heart’s content, and now you’re still pretending to be so refined!”

　　 I turned around again and saw that Alan had already unbuttoned my mother-in-law’s coat and bra, revealing her soft breasts, high breasts, and two nipples like small red dates, bright red and tempting.

　　 Alan had pulled his pants down to below his flat stomach. Under the lamplight, his pink buttocks and snowy thighs shone brightly, and the snow-white mound of his pubic area was covered with sparse, dark pubic hair. It was all so beautiful. I was so engrossed in admiring it that I didn’t know how to help.

　　 Seeing my expression, Alan chuckled and looked at me with her phoenix eyes narrowed. In a flirtatious voice, she said, “You lecher! Stop looking, come and help me first. You’ll have your turn to enjoy this later!”

　　 “What do you want me to do?” I stammered, still standing there, because I really didn’t know how to help.

　　 Alan laughed and said, “Pick her up and let me take off her clothes. Only when she’s naked can we appreciate her beauty!”

　　 “Okay!” I said as I leaned forward and gently lifted her soft, delicate body. I hadn’t expected Mommy to be so tall and muscular, yet she seemed so light; I estimated she weighed no more than fifty kilograms.

　　 She was completely drunk, her body limp as a noodle, her limbs and neck hanging down listlessly. And when Alan removed her hairpin, her hair bun came undone, her thick, black hair cascading to the ground like a waterfall. I really wanted to lean down and kiss her snow-white breasts, but how could I do that in front of Alan?

　　 With Alan and I working closely together, the beauty was quickly stripped naked, her jade-like body lying across the bed. With her soft breathing, her high, firm breasts rose and fell, and her flat stomach undulated gently.

　　 Alan said sweetly, “My lovely groom, do I need to take your clothes off too?”

　　 I repeatedly said, “No need, no need, I can do it myself! You go and go to sleep!”

　　 “Wow! You can’t wait! Why are you trying to get rid of me?”

　　 Alan said playfully, “I want to watch you make love!”

　　 I stammered, “How could I possibly accept that!”

　　 She chuckled and said, “What’s wrong? Your face is red again! Ah, the groom is embarrassed! Okay, I should excuse myself! I wish you happiness and a blissful life!” She said sweetly, then slowly left, making a face at me before turning back to close the door.

　　 I stood before the bed, gazing for a long time at the sleeping beauty. Her skin was snow-white with a rosy glow; her figure was slender yet voluptuous, her limbs long and round like lotus roots, without an ounce of excess fat; her face, flushed from the wine, resembled a blooming peach blossom, breathtakingly beautiful.

　　 My heart was pounding with excitement. I bent down and leaned close to her, gently kissing her small, full lips. I inhaled the rich, sweet fragrance emanating from her, a fragrance like osmanthus and musk, and was completely captivated. I gently stroked her incredibly supple skin; it was so delicate, tender, and smooth to the touch.

　　 When I gently kneaded and squeezed her breasts, I noticed a fine layer of sweat seeping into her cleavage. I couldn’t help but stick out my tongue to lick and suck at it, finding it so sweet.

　　 Perhaps my touch startled her awake, or perhaps my licking made her aware of it; a soft moan escaped her throat, and her body trembled slightly. Her beautiful eyes, which had been tightly closed just moments before, now parted a crack, and her cherry lips moved slightly, opening and closing.

　　 Her expression, her voice, her movements—all of this aroused my lust even more. I quickly stripped off my clothes, gently climbed onto her body, and parted her legs. Her vagina was wet, and my thick, hard penis entered effortlessly, little by little, until it was fully inside!

　　 Her body trembled slightly, but she didn’t struggle or resist, lying limply on the bed, letting me do as I pleased. It seemed she was truly too drunk to move. However, I couldn’t determine if she was still conscious, because with each thrust, she let out a soft groan. This indicated she was responding, but it was likely a physiological reaction rather than a mental one.

　　 I saw her lips moving, so I stopped and listened carefully. I heard a soft, warbling sound coming from her throat: “Oh… um… I…”

　　 I couldn’t tell whether her reaction was physiological or psychological. Fortunately, Alan’s plan was to deliberately let her know that we had been intimate, creating a “what’s done is done” situation. Therefore, I wasn’t afraid of her finding out I had molested her. So her reaction didn’t frighten me; instead, it encouraged my heroism. I thrust passionately and powerfully, feeling the love fluid gushing out of her vagina like a spring, so lubricated. Her vagina was very tight, not like the vagina of a woman who had given birth, but more like the vagina of a young girl.

　　 I was like a bee swarming a flower, not caring about being gentle with her! Soon, my climax arrived, and I gushed out into that tender, soft opening, feeling so comfortable and so completely satisfied!

　　 As soon as I stopped, her body trembled, and her moans became high-pitched. It turned out that she had also experienced the pleasure of orgasm in her dream.

　　 Afraid of hurting her, I got off her. I lay down beside her, gently turning her to face me, and held her tightly in my arms. I couldn’t help but kiss her beautiful face and lips, my hands caressing her body. Her full, rounded buttocks were incredibly soft and smooth to the touch, and very elastic. I further caressed her large breasts; her nipples had become quite hard.

　　 After a while, my penis became erect again, so I climbed on top of it and we began a new round of intercourse.

　　 I found it strange. She was in a state of ecstasy and should have been unresponsive to everything, yet her vagina remained constantly moist and secreted a great deal of fluid.

　　 I was very excited, constantly making love with the sexy and beautiful Sleeping Beauty, and it was extremely enjoyable.

　　 Around five o’clock in the morning, Alan quietly came in, smiled mysteriously at me, and said in a sweet voice, “My great hero, how many times have you done it?”

　　 I shook my head and said, “I can’t remember!”

　　 She reached under the covers, grasped my erect penis, and exclaimed, “Wow! It’s still so hard after all night, that’s amazing!”

　　 She took off her bathrobe and crawled into the blankets, lying on the other side of her mother. She said, “While Mommy is still asleep, you should get some sleep. I’ll stay here and watch over her. When Mommy wakes up, there will definitely be a storm of crying. I’ll come to your rescue then.”

　　 So I turned around, but Alan said, “Hey! Such a beautiful woman, why don’t you hug her and sleep with her!”

　　 I said somewhat embarrassedly, “Wouldn’t she immediately realize I molested her when she wakes up?”

　　 “Idiot! Isn’t our goal to let her know?”

　　 I nodded in understanding, then turned my mother-in-law around and held her tightly in my arms, letting her…