Rip off your mother-in-law!
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FUCK YOUR MOTHER-IN-LAW!
I got married for the first time when I was twenty. My wife was a stupid, suspicious, but extremely fuckable girl who, before me, as it turned out later, slept with half the district and the vocational school where she studied. Why I got married then and I don’t know myself - I fell for some kind of scam, but, as they say, what’s done is done. For some time, about a year, we lived at her house with her stepfather and mother. I worked the night shift, came early in the morning and went to bed. My wife and her friend were hustling somewhere in the market during the day.
My mother-in-law Natalya was, unlike her daughter, a woman amazing beauty: plump, but not fat, shaped like a guitar, with full, perfectly standing breasts of size 3-4, a pleasantly rounded strong butt, even rounded hips - in a word, she attracted me much more than her daughter. By the way, my mother-in-law really liked me and modestly flirted with me: she would casually walk in front of me in her underwear and scream in surprise, as if not knowing that I was in the room at that moment, or throw a magazine or newspaper in a prominent place , which describes the story of a son-in-law having sex with his mother-in-law. I hadn't done anything yet, but gradually the excitement was building. Since my mother-in-law did not work, and I worked the night shift, we often stayed with her during the day.
Somehow I woke up in the middle of the day, I went out into the kitchen and saw: my mother-in-law in her nightgown was sitting at the table and kneading her neck with her hands.
"What's happened?" I ask.
“Yes,” he says, his neck hurts. The doctor prescribed me a preventative massage, but I just can’t go for it.”
“So let me give you a massage, I say, I studied at a medical school as a massage therapist and I have a diploma.”
“Thank you, dear,” says the mother-in-law.
I started with the neck, then stretched my shoulders and arms. Then I tell her: “Sitting is not comfortable. Come on, I’ll give you a full massage.” We went into the room, she laid a sheet on the carpet and lay down on her stomach. I tell her: “You need to take off your clothes. How can I give you a massage through it?” She broke down, broke down, but she took off her shirt.
From then on I started massaging her daily. She began to get used to the hands. Then she got so used to it that she even started asking me to rub her back in the bathroom - well, that’s when I went all out: I washed her entire body, including her breasts and sensitive areas. At first she squealed and said that this was not good, but I convinced her to treat everything as medical procedures and this rationale apparently suited her))).
I had reached an extreme level of excitement - I couldn’t wait to plant her up to the tomatoes. Apparently she felt it.
And then one day I go out into the kitchen and my mother-in-law is crying. What, I ask, happened? “Yes, my husband has been on his nerves again all morning,” he says. I tell her: “Let’s go give you a massage.” And he already has a stake. The section began to massage her, and she became even more flooded. He began to stroke her head, calm down, kiss... kissed her on the lips... she looked at me so strangely, but continued to cry... I started kissing her neck, shoulders, chest...
She told me: “Senechka, what are you doing.” I say: “Be quiet, fool, and relax.” I start kissing her stomach, thighs... then I spread her legs and suck her in!!! Out of surprise, she moved them so sharply that she almost broke my neck. I tell her: “Lie down, fool, don’t twitch! I love you!". I bite her clitoris, her lips and use my tongue there. And she was already dripping wet, pressing my head to her pubis and moaning. I tore off my panties and rushed at her. She told me: “Senechka, don’t!... God, he’s so huge!” I went completely wild here: I slapped her in the face, she grabbed her face with her hands, I jerked her legs apart and planted her. Although there was a lot of lubrication, the penis entered with a dry crunch and not entirely... I quickly came inside her too. Then he forced her to suck my dick in a 69 position. Soon he stood up again. I put her in doggy style and, slapping her on the ass, I fucked her one more time. Then we went to wash. In the shower, she began to suck me herself, moaning and lustfully looking up at me. I picked her up by the ass. He leaned his back against the wall. And so he tore her in the bathroom, inserting a finger into her anus.
We washed and had lunch. The mother-in-law cleared the dishes from the table. She began to wipe it with a rag. The sight of the mother-in-law bending over from behind was stunning. I decided to try her ass. He put his hand between her legs. He stroked the wet lips. He moistened his fingers in the lubricant that began to stand out and began to stroke her anus, gently inserting one or two fingers into the phalanx. The mother-in-law tried to straighten up: “What do you want, Senechka?” I pinned her down to the table with one hand. The beast in me woke up again. I began to beat her with the palm of the second hand on the pope, periodically hitting the thighs and labia. The mother-in-law tried to escape: “It hurts me!” I don’t want that!” “Stop, bitch!” I growled and grabbed the belt hanging on the chair. He twisted both her hands behind her back and began to spank her: “So you don’t want to? Is it possible to tease me for so long? It's payback time, whore!
I dropped the belt and began to caress her thighs and vagina with my palm. At the next slap on the labia, she ends violently and somehow all at once goes limp and relaxed. I enter her from behind, with a few progressive movements I lubricate the member with lubricant and attach it to the small hole of the anus. I push a little until the head of the penis enters the anus and, then, with a sharp movement, I thrust the penis in full length. Apparently it was painful, as the mother-in-law screamed loudly, choked and cried, biting her hand. To distract from the pain, I grabbed her with one hand by the hair, and with the other by the ass, and began to firmly put her ass on the penis, then removing it almost completely, then planting it to its full length. My tired member was stiff from the unusual sensations, but the orgasm still didn’t come, so I fucked my mother-in-law for about half an hour, moving from one hole to another.
Then he put her back on the table and tore her in this position, slapping her breasts and cheeks.
In the end (having already finished eight times) my mother-in-law reached the point of frenzy: she began to suck my fingers, kissed me passionately, caressed her breasts, twisting her nipples, shouting to me: “Yes, yes, come on, fuck me whore!” Finally, I returned her to her original doggy position, put my dick against her ass and pulled her head back by her hair. In the mirror hanging on the wall, the face of the mother-in-law was reflected - the satisfied face of a well-fucked female. She licked her lips, covered with dry lubricant, carnivorously and rolled her eyes. This picture excited me so much that when I entered her ass I immediately came. And she wriggled on the throbbing penis for a long time, as if she was trying to absorb every drop of it.
He was lucky in that war - he not only earned several orders, but also returned alive and well, and most importantly, he managed to save his psyche. I wasn’t into drugs, I didn’t drink (except on holidays). In the years of stagnation, there were no problems with housing, and, as a participant in hostilities, the commander allocated Georgy a service apartment. Soon he married a young student Yulia. Yulia was 18 years old, she worked as an accountant, studied at the institute at the correspondence department and ... was completely indifferent to sex. Such young ladies always surprised others: why are you going to get married in this case? Continue to live with your parents, don’t fool your husband. But after all, before the military went willingly, because they were considered prestigious suitors ...
Zhora and his frigid wife began not life, but hard labor. It so happened that Yulia's mother was a lonely woman, and Yulia, having obtained the consent of Zhora, invited her to live a little in new apartment with them.
Living with a mother-in-law is a risky business, but how to refuse such a trifle to a young wife? Moreover, Victoria Igorevna liked him from the moment of the first meeting, when Yulia brought him to introduce him to her mother.
My mother-in-law was only 35 years old at that time. She was once a famous gymnast, a champion. And she was so “friends” with her old coach that she got pregnant from him at the age of 16. There was a terrible scandal, the coach was almost imprisoned. Vika left big sports, she was even given one-room apartment. At the age of 17, she gave birth to Yulka, whom all her relatives loved and spoiled. And she grew up to be a bitchy and quarrelsome person.
The young mother-in-law (only 10 years older than him) immediately liked George as a person. There was in her both sincerity and that completeness that he dreamed of seeing in his wife. Victoria's figurine was almost perfect, and she looked so great that it was hard to even understand who she was in the Makhov family. Everyone in the military camp decided that she was Yulia’s older sister.
Yulia avoided fulfilling her “marital duty” in every possible way. Either she had a headache, or there was another reason. Moreover, she began to complain to her mother: they say, her husband always wants it, I got some kind of maniac! The mother-in-law reassured her daughter, saying that having sex is even good for health, but Yulia did not need it. In the end, she began to annoy her young husband. There was no time for love in Afghanistan, but here I found such a “treasure” that it made you cry!
Soon Yulka left for Zhitomir for a month to take her next exam.
Living in the same apartment with Victoria, Georgy sometimes accidentally saw her in a rather frank manner. Either in a translucent nightie, when she fluttered around the apartment, or naked through the accidentally slightly opened bathroom door, where she was washing herself at that time. He was invariably amazed by the beauty of her unusually feminine body, its mature attractiveness. At such moments, George wanted to pounce on her, crush her under him and selflessly love her, to the point of pain, to the point of screams of pleasure.
He, who lived practically without sex, really liked her strong, proportionately built body of a gymnast and a mature woman. Walking past the bathroom one evening, Zhora involuntarily glanced at the slightly open door and met the smiling gaze of his mother-in-law, who at that time was diligently using a washcloth. He even felt hot from the eroticism of this scene. In a split second, his eyes greedily captured the smallest details of her seductive body. It was then that he felt a strong desire for intimacy with his mother-in-law. And then don’t care about the consequences...
Excited by the bath, Victoria left the bathroom and soon called her son-in-law for dinner. He offered to drink a little, the woman did not refuse.
Georgy did not even imagine that Victoria Igorevna was also not indifferent to him. She was impressed by his indestructible calm under any circumstances. They often had scandals with Yulia, and their daughter was invariably their initiator. Zhora stoically endured her nagging, responding to her reproaches with smiles. He already understood that his wife was inventing another quarrel only in order to later refuse intimacy.
In a word, they ate, drank, then danced a little and ... they themselves did not notice how they began to kiss ...
They spent the night, of course, in the same bed ... And they felt so good together that the whole month of Yulia's absence turned into a honeymoon for them. They constantly wanted to see each other and all the time they wanted to taste the forbidden fruit. However, why is it forbidden? Zhora was a determined man and soon told his mother-in-law that he could not live without her. She, seeing that with her daughter they still would not live together for a long time, reciprocated. Therefore, when Yulia returned from school, her husband gave her complete resignation!
Georgy was the deputy commander of the company; due to his age, he left the Komsomol, but never joined the party. Therefore, they could not punish him for divorcing his wife, especially since there were no complaints against him regarding his service. Yulia was immediately married off to a missile officer so as not to cry. He just did something unfortunate in his service while servicing a rocket and after receiving a dose of radiation he could no longer dream of any sex...
And Zhora and Vika lived in perfect harmony for many years, gave birth to and raised two children. They changed a couple of garrisons and no one there knew that his beautiful wife Vika was his former mother-in-law!
Igor ZONOV
A friend told me this story. I imagined myself in his place and fantasized a little. And this is what came out of it.
My wife got sick. Who isn't sick? But they put her in the hospital, and I was left with a three-year-old daughter in my arms. And the work is such that you can’t take any time off or vacation now. Where can I go with such a little one? I had to turn to my mother-in-law with a request to help in trouble. Either let him take Katka with him or come to us, but something needs to be done. My mother-in-law came to visit us.
He came home from work a little late, played with Katka, talked with his mother-in-law. She is the woman I need. She gave birth to Lenka, my wife, at almost eighteen, and now she was in the very juice, not even reaching the age of "berries again." And she came out with character. Calm, friendly. And with my son-in-law, that is, with me, mutual language found it quickly. Yes, her and I’s age difference isn’t that big. Lenka is much younger than me. So there was no friction, on the contrary, everything was sweet and wonderful. The mother-in-law looked after Katka, cooked, and kept house. That's how we lived.
We handed over the object to the customer, received a bonus and a normal working day. Came home early. We played with Katka and brought my mother-in-law into the game. Katka laughed merrily, catching up with her grandmother, who was running around the room, on the back of a hot horse, which was portrayed by dad. Holding her ears so as not to fall off her father’s back, or rather from the horse’s back, she kicked the sides with her heels, spurring the horse. Noise, laughter, joyful cries of the daughter. It's bath time. Katka, as was her usual habit, created a storm in the bathtub.
Both and their mother-in-law stood wet and waited for the ship with the sailor Katka to moor to the shore. The wet robe clung to the mother-in-law’s figure, and her figure was still very, very pretty. The mother-in-law’s build is similar to Lenka’s, although she’s a little plumper, but this makes her even more beautiful and gives her the charm of a mature woman. And they have similar faces. Sometimes it seems that there are two sisters - the younger and the older. Her breasts are somewhat larger than Lenkin's, and her butt is wider. Well, Lenka is still almost twenty years away from her mother, so they will be equal in the future.
Yes, my mother-in-law’s wet figure gave me sinful thoughts, especially since I haven’t had a woman for a long time. And my mother-in-law, sensing my interest in her with her feminine gut, quickly calmed Katka down, took her out of the stormy ocean and sent us to bed, saying that she needed to change into dry clothes, they were so squelchy.
Katya was sleeping, and my mother-in-law and I were sitting in the kitchen. I bought some wine with premium money and sat there, tasting this drink, talking about life. Word for word and we moved on to family problems. The mother-in-law began to say how happy she was for her daughter, what a good husband she got: loving, attentive, caring, affectionate. Let the son-in-law not be angry or offended, because it is known that mother and daughter have no secrets from each other, so she even knows how things are going with us in bed.
How lucky Lenka was to have such a husband-lover who would wash a woman in the bath, carry her to the bed in his arms, kiss her all over and kiss her even THERE. My mother-in-law had never seen anything like this in a movie, let alone in real life. I lived my life with a drunk who did not say a kind word or caress me. He just yells. It’s good that he doesn’t give up. No, Lenka was lucky, very lucky. And her husband will hide drunk and go to sleep. And if he needs to cum, he’ll come down like a hog once a month, snort for a couple of minutes, stinking of fumes, let him down and...
and the side one. No kisses or affectionate words for you.
The mother-in-law was telling the story, and tears were flowing down her cheeks, her lips were twisted in a bitter smile, her nose was red. She sobbed, wiped her tears with the back of her hand and continued her story. And I looked at her and thought that this is a normal woman, but she doesn’t have happiness. How much does a woman need? And I began to calm the woman down, saying that everything would work out, everything would come to its senses. He stroked her head like a child and kissed her. She began to sob even more bitterly. Squatting down in front of her, he kissed her crying eyes, collected the tears flowing down her cheeks with his lips, and kissed her swollen lips. At some point, these lips responded to my touches, and a moment later we merged in a kiss that was not at all related.
The two stood in the middle of the kitchen and kissed furiously. Hands fluttered over the bodies, feeling and stroking. The tongues carried on their conversation, penetrating the mouth, the lips caressed the lips. The mother-in-law's robe slipped off her shoulders and now miraculously stayed on her body. At some point, the mother-in-law moved her shoulders and the robe completely fell off, exposing her breasts, slightly saggy but still strong, and her plump tummy. After the bath, my mother-in-law did not put on a bra and now her breasts, freed from the captivity of her clothes, fell of their own accord into my palms. I kneaded them, caressed them, without taking my eyes off the woman’s lips. And then he sat down a little and began to kiss the nipples, went down to the tummy. My mother-in-law pressed my head to her, she kept whispering about some kind of sin, and I pulled the robe all the way and then it completely fell. My mother-in-law stood in front of me, covered only with knitted panties. And now this detail of clothing was clearly superfluous.
I pulled my panties down, exposing my pubis with reddish growths, lowered them almost to my knees and passionately kissed my tummy, pubis, and thighs. Pulling the panties down a little more, I lowered them to my ankles and my mother-in-law stepped over the panties with her legs, clearly agreeing with me that they were no longer needed. She stood like Venus emerging from sea foam. The mature woman's body was beautiful.
With her eyes half closed, my mother-in-law asked me not to look at her, so fat and scary. A woman loves with her ears and therefore my words that her body is beautiful, that it is perfection itself, that it will be able to give joy and pleasure to a man for a very, very long time, that there is no need to be embarrassed, but one should be proud of such a body, such a figure. I said a lot of other things, but now I don’t remember. It is known that at this moment a man’s tongue becomes boneless and the words themselves flow, bypassing the brain. And I kept talking, interspersing my words with kisses. And then he picked up his mother-in-law in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. She did not resist, surrendering to the complete will of the man. She grabbed me by the neck, kissed me somewhere on the ear, and whispered something.
Having laid the woman on the bed, he himself had not yet undressed, and again began to cover her body with kisses. He kissed lips, neck, breasts, belly, thighs and lips again. The mother-in-law was lying with her legs slightly apart, and I ran my finger along her crotch, plunged it into the half-open vagina, took it out, sniffed and licked, tasting it. the smell was almost Lenkin, but the mother-in-law tasted a little different. Once again, dipping his finger into the vagina, took it out and persistently put his mother-in-law in her mouth so that she could taste how good her pussy tasted. She was sucking her finger, and I was already stroking her labia with the other hand, the clitoris, which swelled and crawled out, curiously, from the mantle of pink flesh.
Mother-in-law's vagina was wet and hot. Kneeling before the bed, he gently kissed her on those half-open lips. He kissed him the way one kisses a child, the way one kisses a woman on the corner of her lips or in the eyes. The lips slid like a moth, but this was enough for the mother-in-law to tense up, arch up and, opening up, substitute her treasure for caresses, which women hide from prying eyes. And then there were caresses with tongue and lips. Describing her condition is just a waste of time. It was a growling panther, it was a tremulous doe, it was a volcano of passion and all at the same time. She moaned and screamed something, she tore the sheet and scratched my back, she was at the peak of bliss.
When her body was shaken by orgasm, he instantly found himself next to her, lay down, hugging her. She naturally cried, burying her face in my chest. And I stroked her back, shoulders, kissed her. After a while, without taking her face off her chest, she muffledly said that she, of course, was a bitch and a creature in relation to her daughter, but she wanted more. She helped me undress. Or rather, she simply tore my clothes off and fell on my back, spreading her legs wide and now completely surrendering and enjoying.
After the third orgasm, lying on crumpled and crumpled sheets, she said that she never believed women’s stories about flying in bed with their beloved man. But now I’m convinced myself that this is possible. She has already been in seventh heaven and is simply happy that I showed her such a flight. And now she was a little tired and would like me to fly there too, and therefore, spreading her legs, she persistently pulled me towards her. She herself, taking the penis with her hand, directed it into her open slit. And when I plunged into her, she gasped, raised her legs up and put them on my shoulders. And I burst in. The victors in a captured city do not behave the way I did. Missing female body, I growled and raged. He pushed his penis all the way to the uterus, moved it furiously into the vagina, trying to fill every corner and nook of this space. And the mother-in-law howled once again and shuddered in ecstasy.
It rarely happens that for the first time, a man and a woman cum at the same time. We made it.
They lay hugging each other. Having released the accumulated tension, I lazily stroked my mother-in-law’s body. She put her hand between us and held the penis, as if she was afraid that it would disappear. Water procedures neglected, it was just so good that I didn’t want to get up and go somewhere, do something.
In the middle of the night Katya woke up and began to whimper. They jumped up with their mother-in-law and rushed to the nursery. Having given her daughter a drink, the mother-in-law leaned over her crib and hummed something, rocking Katya. Her butt, shining in the dimness of the room, her swaying breasts did not leave the member indifferent. Moreover, there is still a large number of sperm not splashed out for the first time. And I, approaching my mother-in-law, with a masterful movement, spread her buttocks, groping for the entrance to the treasured cave. She spread her legs and bent even lower over her granddaughter's crib, still humming. And I, now tenderly and tenderly, entered my mother-in-law’s wet, hot and waiting vagina, and began to move there, holding my mother-in-law’s hips. From my thrusts, deep and measured, she leaned forward, her breasts swayed. Soon her voice began to break, the song began to lose its rhythm, and then she hummed through clenched lips and moaned.
Lenka always came several times before I reached the finish line. such a long-lasting one. And my mother-in-law managed to finish, but I still hadn’t warmed up. Turning his mother-in-law towards him, he kissed her, hugging her shoulders. She grabbed me by the neck and stood at attention, on tiptoe. And so they reached the bedroom without breaking their embrace. They collapsed onto the rumpled bed. And I, kissing my mother-in-law’s body, said something like this:
- What a-smack!-sweet body! Smack! We love him! What smack!-lovely-smack!-tits! What-smack!-hard nipples! What a smack! - lovely belly! And what a-smack!-wet-smack!-pussy! And how-smack!-she-smack-waiting-smack!-for a smack! stuck!
Well, they stuck it in.
In the morning, when I went into the kitchen, my mother-in-law was preparing breakfast. Katya was still sleeping. The mother-in-law was cheerful and happy. She moved easily and even hummed something. Standing in the doorway, I wished her good morning and watched with pleasure how the buttocks played under the robe, how the hips moved back and forth. And the member immediately responded by sticking out his underpants and letting him know that he didn’t mind paying a visit to his familiar vagina. When the mother-in-law leaned over at the table, he lifted her robe. As expected, this time the mother-in-law considered the panties unnecessary and, without encountering any obstacles, I savorily kissed the buttocks, which appeared like plump buns from under the robe.
Again, imperiously, like a winner, he penetrated between the legs and made sure that after a stormy night nothing was missing there, that everything was in place. The mother-in-law stood frozen. waiting to see what her master, her owner, would do with her next. And he, slightly pressing on her back, forced the mother-in-law to bend lower and began to stroke her crotch, penetrating her wet hole with his fingers, and then, pulling the elastic band of his panties and exposing his penis, he held the head between the private lips and even pushed this very head close so that the penis could wish good morning to your new friend.
Turning his mother-in-law to face him, firmly, so that she lost her breath, he kissed her and, lifting her up, sat her down on kitchen table. He laid him on his back and threw the hem of his robe to the sides.
The mother-in-law slid along the table and only the hands tightly squeezing her hips prevented her from slipping completely. Her hands darted, either grabbing her breasts that had fallen out of her robe, or sliding across the table, looking for something unknown, or trying to reach me. And I drove my flesh into her, slapping my stomach against her buttocks. My mother-in-law moaned, shouted something and finished, beating me. And I increased my pressure, trying to catch up with Lenka’s mommy. The daughter will wake up soon and it’s no good for her to watch her dad have her grandmother on the table. So I'm exhausted.
Laughing, they washed themselves. My mother-in-law, sitting down in the bathtub, fought off my attempts to wash her vagina, and tried to wash me herself. The bathtub was a bit cramped for two people, but there was plenty of room for pampering.
Then, when my mother-in-law, still undressed, bent over to wipe the floor that we had splashed while playing, I tried to grab her by the ass, by the vagina. she jokingly fought back, but was clearly pleased.
We had a decent breakfast. After washing our daughter’s dirty face, we went to the hospital to see our mother. Lenka rejoiced, looking at our unity. She quietly asked not to offend her mother. Then, in solitude, I whispered something with my mother while Katya and I were collecting leaves in the hospital park.
At home, my mother-in-law told me that her daughter asked her to keep an eye on me so that I wouldn’t go off on a tangent. And if such a moment arises that I am ready to snap, (let only my mother not be offended and understand), she asked me to replace her, temporarily performing the duties of a wife. She, of course, is ashamed to talk about this, but she has always considered her mother to be her friend and she has no one else to turn to with such a request. And searches on the outside are fraught with the possibility of taking a good man away from the family. And the mother-in-law promised to do everything her daughter asked.
Having put Katya to bed, they lay down in the same bed like spouses. Now our intercourse was leisurely, but still just as passionate. A woman woke up in her mother-in-law and this woman tried to take advantage of the chance sent to her by fate. In the evening, before going to bed, my mother-in-law and I discussed Lenka’s request in the kitchen (where else?) And I cried, I’m not lying at all. How did she love me if she decided to make such a request?! And the mother-in-law cried, rejoicing for her daughter, for having such a husband.
Lenka was discharged from the hospital. Mother-in-law left. What she told Lenka and what she hid, I don’t know. Only Lenka began to often send me to her mother under the pretext of helping. And when I returned, she didn’t ask anything. Only the sex we had that day was so violent, it was as if Lenka was breaking free, as if she was hungry. And I also noticed that my business trips to my mother-in-law coincided with Lenka’s menstruation.
After some time, Lenka herself admitted to me that she pushed her mother into our bed, that she was a little jealous, but, looking at how her mother blossomed, she was happy for her and did not regret what she had done. After all, she has enough of me in abundance, and sometimes my activity is even unnecessary. There is enough for my mother, and my mother is very grateful to her daughter for her permission to use the surplus. Only Lenka is worried that I will get used to my mother and stop loving her, my wife. Kissing, he reassured me that there was no one in the world more dear to me than him and Katka.
But we didn’t stop sleeping with our mother-in-law. And often, when my mother-in-law was visiting us, Lenka herself sent me to her, at first having had her fill. And all that remained was for the three of us to fall into bed. But something was slowing everything down. And one day, after a feast on some holiday, this happened. And the sky didn't fall on earth and earth did not open up under your feet. Looking at each other's sex, the women erupted, getting orgasms from the slightest touch. A tangle of bodies, when you don’t understand who is caressing whom and how. A celebration of sex, a song of passion.
And then the father-in-law disappeared into a drunken shop. mother-in-law moved in with us. Her house was left as a summer cottage. About a year and a half later, Lenka became pregnant, and then her mother-in-law. And now Katya has a sister and brother, who is also her uncle.
In general, the mother-in-law in Russia is a popular hero of jokes, and they make fun of her quite well. But they also joke for a reason; all humorous stories are written by men, making fun of their mother-in-law. And at the same time they have quite deep feelings for her. Nowadays, love between son-in-law and mother-in-law is not uncommon and manifests itself in very tender moments!
Considering the mother-in-law from the side of the son-in-law, she is his own wife, only in the future and has changed in better side. If you look at it this way, she has lost her girlish freshness, but she has gained a lot - enormous life experience and is no longer capricious. The mother-in-law becomes the absolute ideal for the son-in-law and constantly encounters her in the apartment (if they live together). But according to surveys, almost every young son-in-law feels a little bit of deep sympathy for his mother-in-law; love becomes real between them when the mother-in-law herself completely falls in love with her daughter’s husband.
If you look at it from the mother-in-law’s perspective, then for her a son-in-law is one of her daughter’s mistakes. Thoughts run through my head that the choice is not as bad as it could be, but it is not as ideal as I wanted. Accordingly, she adjusts it to her ideal parameters and in the process falls in love with her work. So it turns out that she created it with her own hands, like a warm scarf as a gift, but which is a pity to give.
And then the order of fate. It happens that the mother-in-law herself begins to flirt with her son-in-law, show signs of attention, and then he has a specific desire. It happens that under the influence of alcohol this desire is embodied in the head or in him or her, and sometimes in two people at once!
Often the very first time between a son-in-law and his mother-in-law is the last. This concept is not even subject to discussion between them; in the future, they simply pretend that nothing happened. Well, the mother simply does not want to cause pain and harm to her daughter.
The second time does not happen to everyone's wife's mother. Only daredevils dare to do this, who, by the way, do not experience any resistance. Once they took her by force, another time she would go on her own. They look like a young cat who is hunting for a mouse, well, accordingly, the cat takes possession of it. According to the stories that I had to listen to sexual relations things happen between these heroes at the most heated and inopportune times. For example, my wife went to the store for necessary products for 10 minutes, and at this time a great desire took possession of her husband.
Accordingly, there is little time, and the mother-in-law is cooking in the kitchen, he breaks free from the chain and takes it right on the table, so as not to run for a long time and not waste time. Most interesting fact, that the son-in-law himself does not particularly talk about this topic to anyone and even just informs his friends about the existence of a fact, and not about the process itself. And the mother-in-law experiences an emotional shock and talks about her erotic revelation with all the required moments, and not just reports about the commission of a sin.
Such situations can be looked at in different ways. Some will condemn and, in fact, they are doing the right thing, because all these actions can be called incest! This is not a normal phenomenon. But on the other hand, no one suffers from this relationship. The son-in-law, of course, feels good, the mother-in-law herself gradually gets used to it, and all the benefits revolve around the young wife!
Well, first of all, she doesn’t know about all this, and can’t think about it. Secondly, her husband does not have a mistress, he spends all his energy in the family and gives his best. Thirdly, the husband gains intelligence and certain sexual experience from his mother-in-law, and later passes it on to his wife. Fourthly, there is no hostile relationship between the mother and her daughter’s husband.
There are very rare cases when mothers take their husbands away from their daughters. Basically, the two partners are satisfied with such cohabitation, and it continues until the mother leaves. And after leaving, everything falls into place.
These actions can be condemned, but, as they say, you neither judge nor will you be judged. What should a young wife do in such a situation? A very difficult question, because she could lose two of the people closest to her and end up left alone. Therefore, you need to think a lot before jumping to any hasty conclusions. Yes, such a connection is not clear, but it may also mean that only she cares about her husband, and besides, at an older age he will not be indifferent to her!
