Chapter 28

I was speechless. “Good wife, seize this opportunity when no one’s home today! I promise I’ll love you even more in the future, and I won’t let my son bully you!” When a man wants your body, he’ll make any offer, say anything, and a woman still feels very happy inside. But I still couldn’t agree to him right away; I had to pretend a little longer: “But, but…” He had already bent down to kiss me, taking off my already loosened shirt, then reaching behind me to unhook my bra, easily removing it. A pair of white, tender, and full, perky breasts were completely exposed, and I unconsciously covered my nipples with my hands. He pulled my hands away, his right hand grasping and kneading my left breast, while his mouth moved down to my right nipple, then his tongue licking back and forth on the tip, waves of tingling pleasure washing over me. He really was more skilled at flirting and more experienced than my husband. A moment later, he switched sides, wrapping his right arm around me while his left hand massaged the nipple he had just suckled on. His mouth, like a powerful vacuum cleaner, forcefully sucked on my left breast, almost drawing it entirely into his mouth, his tongue circling my nipple. Oh my god! This feeling was so wonderful. My husband had never flirted with me like this before. I felt the love juices from my genitals soaking my panties. My body was too weak to resist anymore, and my heart convinced me: I didn’t need to pretend anymore. I should temporarily forget my husband and accept this excited older man. Perhaps today he could give me the kind of intimacy I could never experience with my husband! I decided to surrender. He continued to suckle while forcefully thrusting his large penis into my genitals. At this moment, I let out muffled moans of “Mmm…mmm…” Overwhelmed with desire, I unconsciously wrapped my arms around his head, demanding more from him. He seemed to understand my feelings perfectly. He freed his left hand from my right breast, slid it across my smooth, sexy abdomen, down to my leg, and slipped it inside my short skirt. His hand first touched my soft, burning thigh, caressing it boldly and passionately. “Mmm…mmm…ah…ah…” My moans grew louder. His lips were still sucking on my left breast. His body slid down to the sofa, kneeling beside me, using both hands and mouth. His left hand gently caressed my legs, while his mouth sucked on my breast, gently biting my nipple. “Mmm…ah…” I moaned contentedly, feeling incredibly good from his teasing. Slowly, his tongue moved from my left breast, across my smooth abdomen, licking and kissing my legs. My eyes were hazy as I watched his kisses, which increased the stimulation, and my whole body trembled with unbearable pleasure. I sat up slightly, resting my head on the sofa armrest, half-reclining, to see more clearly the tenderness he was giving me. I also spread my legs wide open. My skirt was completely open, leaving me only in my panties to cover my genitals. He knelt at my feet, resting his head on my pink thighs, gazing at my alluring lower body. My white, sheer thong panties, tied with bows on both sides, were already almost transparent from my vaginal fluids, unable to conceal the dark shadow beneath. Many pubic hairs peeked out from the sides of the thin fabric, making my private parts appear swollen and bulging. He drooled, seemingly jealous of my husband, saying, “My good wife, you little slut, you are truly a natural beauty. I’m so jealous of my son, able to enjoy this ultimate delicacy! His life is so much better than mine.” “Father…father…” “Little slut, I only realized today that you also need it. I love your little panties to death!” “Hmm…father, I’m not going to…” He swallowed, and through the thin, transparent thong, he rubbed my private parts with his right index finger. I tilted my head back, moaning “Ah…ah…” He rubbed faster and faster, and my body trembled. My entire crotch was wet and sticky, showing through the thin fabric. He stopped his finger assault, lowered his head to lick the honey-like fluid on the fabric, and slowly untied and pulled down the bows on both sides of my panties, revealing my pubic hair. “Ah…ah…” I offered a token resistance, then let him take off my panties. After taking them off, I wasn’t ashamed and still spread my legs wide so he could see clearly. His eyes were wide open, staring at my beautiful vulva, his enjoyment growing with each glance. “Little slut, your pubic hair is so thick and dense. Even when I was wearing panties, some of it was already sticking out. If I had known you were such a slut, I wouldn’t have held back until today.” He said as he hoisted my legs onto his shoulders, my tender vulva completely exposed to him. He found my clitoris and gently pressed it with his fingertips. “Oh…um…um…” Like being electrocuted, my whole body went limp. He started licking me with his tongue, first licking my clitoris from bottom to top, making me sway my hips in unbearable pleasure. Then he sucked and licked along my labia, occasionally inserting the tip of his tongue deep into my vagina, and I excitedly let out high-pitched moans. “Ah…ah…Dad…gently…no…harder…ah…so…so beautiful…” “Don’t call me Dad, I’m not your dad now. Call me brother, call me brother from now on!” Waves of my juices flowed out, and he swallowed them all, still relentlessly attacking my most sensitive spot. “Ouch…I…I feel so good…ah…brother…ah…um…” I kept pushing my vulva towards his mouth. “Ouch…ah…ah…brother…stop…I can’t take it…ah…um…no more…no more…” He teased me for a while before stopping, his mouth also full of juices, looking disheveled. He took off his clothes. I sat up with great interest and watched. When he took off his underwear, I saw his erect and thick penis and couldn’t help but exclaim “Wow!” in amazement at its magnificence and size. “Isn’t my son’s penis this big?” he asked me. I shook my head shyly. He laughed and said, “I haven’t even started yet!” He took my slender hand and guided it to his large penis. I complied and began to stroke it back and forth. His penis was indeed much larger than my husband’s, harder than steel, with prominent veins on the shaft—both cute and terrifying. I stroked his hard penis with great enthusiasm. He held my head with both hands and pushed it towards his penis. I took it into my mouth and sucked hard, holding his leg with my left hand and gently rubbing his testicles with my right. His glans was so big that it filled my mouth completely. “Good girl, good…so good, again…” He grabbed my head harder and cried out, “Good girl…good wife, oh…so good!!!” I sat in front of him, his penis constantly moving in and out of my mouth, and I would occasionally glance at him to see his reaction. His penis stood erect and proud, his face flushed with excitement, and his expression was radiant. I licked his engorged glans with my tongue, occasionally biting it lightly with my teeth. “Mmm…mmm…good…mmm…” He was extremely excited. He pulled his large penis out of my mouth, pushed me down onto the sofa, and lay flat on top of me. At this moment, our two naked bodies were pressed tightly together. He hugged me tightly with satisfaction and said, “You’re so good. You can lick even better than your mother-in-law when she was young.” I cooperated by opening my legs, and his impatient penis wandered around, unable to find the entrance to my tender vagina. I moved my buttocks to help him, letting the glans touch the entrance of my vagina, which was already overflowing with lustful fluid. His right hand gripped his large penis, rubbing the glans against my vulva dozens of times before parting my labia and thrusting forward to insert the glans. After a few more thrusts, the entire penis was inside, swallowed by my cunt. “Ah… um… so good…” I began to moan lasciviously. He began to work diligently. “Ah…ah…ouch…oh…good father-in-law…you’re so big…” “You can’t call me father-in-law!” he said. “You have to call me husband…” “Ah…father…husband…ah…so good…so good…” I wrapped my legs high around his waist, raised my buttocks and kept moving to meet him, shouting loudly: “Hmm…good husband…good…brother…sister is so…comfortable…so good…” “My good slut, I finally got you today…” “Good husband…so comfortable…ah…I love…husband so much…ah…ah…” “From now on I am your good father-in-law, your big cock…dear brother…you are my darling…lover…” “Ah…good husband…father…fuck me to death…you’re so big…so hard…so powerful…oh…oh…big cock…brother…brother…faster…thrust…faster…harder…a little to the left…uh…right there…ah…so comfortable…harder…ah…” I shouted randomly. He thrust even harder, and his cock was indeed longer, thicker, and harder than my husband’s, it was really great. “Good husband…dear…father-in-law…dear husband…ah…I feel so good…oh…” “Slutty wife…” the father-in-law said, “You’re so slutty, can my son…satisfy you?” “Hmm…ah…he…is okay…but not as good as you…dear father-in-law…you’re better…you’re so good at fucking my pussy…!” “Hmm…like this…is it okay…” He thrust and rubbed with both hands, “Is my…cock…big…does it make you…beautiful…your pussy…is…better than…your mother-in-law…when she was young…””So tight…so much tighter…I feel so good…you’re squeezing me so tight…it feels so good…I love you so much…love…you…” “Mmm…mmm…you’re so good…so amazing…ah…ah…your…penis…is making my bones…feel weak…much better than your son…ah…you’re hitting my G-spot again…ah…” He compared me to my mother-in-law, and I compared him to my husband! The stimulation of incest only amplified our lust. He really did fuck me better than my husband. My husband usually ejaculated after four or five hundred thrusts, but he had already thrust more than a thousand times and was still attacking me fiercely. “Oh…oh…” I gently bit his shoulder: “So good…ah…I want you…I want you to fuck me every day…ah…I’m so beautiful…” “Really?” he asked: “How am I compared to my son?” “He… ah… he fucked me… well… but… you… are better… you fucked me… better… than he fucked me…” Encouraged by me, he thrust deeper and harder, pressing firmly against my clitoris, rotating his hips, kneading and grinding. “Ah… oh… it really feels so good… ah… so good… from now on… ah… you are my… husband. Ah… yes… like that… harder… ah…” Hearing my moans, his cock fucked even harder. I was so overwhelmed by his fucking that I started talking nonsense: “Ah… ah… I’m going to die… dear brother… my darling… ah… I’m coming…” It felt so good, my pussy tightened, a warm current surged from my body to his glans, and I orgasmed. I couldn’t help but shout: “Ah!… ah!” “…Ah…I’m coming…ah…” He still wouldn’t let me go, continuing to thrust forcefully. His right hand reached for my anus, which was already soaked with vaginal fluid. He gently played with the entrance, making me moan “Oh…oh…” again. Suddenly, he inserted his middle finger, squeezing a section inside my anus, and I moaned even more ecstatically. “Oh…ah…what…what is this…oh…it feels…so…so…how…comfortable…ah…” Attacked from both ends, my white, round buttocks swayed like waves. He continued to thrust, insert, rotate, and grind, his penis growing longer and thicker with each thrust, filling me completely, each stroke hitting my G-spot. Vaginal fluid kept flowing onto his glans, and I kept having orgasms, my vagina trembling and contracting. About ten more minutes passed… Minutes passed, and I experienced wave after wave of orgasms. I estimate he thrust in and out over a thousand times. He seemed unable to hold back any longer; I could clearly feel his glans swelling even more. He thrust in and out about fifty or sixty more times, his thick, hot semen spraying deep into my vagina. “Oh…good wife…slut…I’m coming…” “Heh…heh…good husband…dear brother…quick…quickly give…all…your…seed…to me…” “Okay…okay…all for you…ah…ah…so good…so good…” He lay on top of me, our bodies pressed even closer together, and we lay limp on the sofa for a long time, unable to get up. He kept telling me how good it felt to fuck me. After that, we often found opportunities to make love. Each time was like the first time, utterly satisfying. Both of them were very relaxed. Whenever my husband went on a business trip, I wouldn’t lock the door. While my mother-in-law was asleep, he would sneak into my room and have a passionate encounter with me. Sometimes, when we didn’t have a chance for a long time, we would take half a day off from work and go to a motel for a passionate encounter. Now, our relationship has lasted for over a year, and neither my husband nor my mother-in-law knows. My father-in-law also treats me like his wife behind my mother-in-law’s back, and he loves me even more. I have two men at the same time. Under the double care of my husband and father-in-law, my life is more colorful. However, sometimes I still can’t help feeling guilty. I have thought more than once about ending this relationship that the world considers abnormal between a father-in-law and daughter-in-law, but once you’re on a pirate ship, it’s hard to get off. Now I am more than four months pregnant. I don’t know if my husband or… Father-in-law, who is the father of my child? I can only deceive myself into believing that the child is his bloodline. Whenever my father-in-law asks me to have sex, I can’t resist his temptation. Because he can indeed give me so much, so much stimulation and pleasure that my husband can’t give me. After each time I have sex with my father-in-law, I tell myself again and again that this is the last time, but every time I see him, I feel aroused, and I still can’t stop. I believe that if a woman cheats, once she gets hooked, it’s like smoking—it’s really hard to quit. I don’t encourage every woman to be like me. But having sex with my father-in-law is indeed a kind of pleasure. His gentleness, thoughtfulness, delightful sexual techniques, and incredibly long-lasting sexual ability make me feel like I’m in heaven, infinitely happy, it’s really so comfortable.I’ve given it up. I don’t encourage every woman to do what I did. But having sex with my father-in-law is indeed a pleasure. His gentleness, thoughtfulness, delightful sexual techniques, and incredibly long-lasting sexual ability make me feel like I’m in heaven, experiencing boundless joy. It’s truly so comfortable.I’ve given it up. I don’t encourage every woman to do what I did. But having sex with my father-in-law is indeed a pleasure. His gentleness, thoughtfulness, delightful sexual techniques, and incredibly long-lasting sexual ability make me feel like I’m in heaven, experiencing boundless joy. It’s truly so comfortable.

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Chapter 14

The teacher and her daughter are both lovely, but their emotions are too complicated.

Last November, a former high school classmate called me to invite me to a reunion. I agreed. A class reunion is a happy occasion, and we even had our old homeroom teacher, Mr. Ji, join us. Everyone drank and laughed heartily at the table. It was a lively and enjoyable event.

Towards the end of the party, some of the girlfriends left, leaving only us male classmates and Teacher Ji. We drank for a while longer, and it got quite late. Someone suggested going to a karaoke bar to sing and drink some more. I don’t have a high alcohol tolerance, and I had already reached my limit. My stomach felt very uncomfortable, and I felt dizzy and disoriented. Teacher Ji also said it was getting late and she had to go home, telling us to go have fun.

Teacher Ji lives in a rather remote place, and I really didn’t want to go there, so I took the opportunity to say that I would take her home and call you later to come over. You can go ahead. I took Teacher Ji’s coat and left the restaurant, hailed a taxi, and didn’t say anything in the car. Teacher Ji just closed her eyes to rest.

When we arrived at Teacher Ji’s building, I got out of the car and opened the door for her. I was about to leave and go home to rest, but Teacher Ji invited me to come up for a while. I didn’t want to refuse, so I went upstairs with her. Upon entering, I noticed that her house hadn’t changed much over the years; it was still the same as it had been when I was a student.