Fuck your mother in law!
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FUCK YOUR MOTHER-IN-LIGHT!
I got married for the first time at the age of twenty. My wife was a stupid, suspicious, but extremely libertine girl who, before me, as it turned out later, slept with half of the district and the vocational school in which she studied. Why I got married then I don’t know myself - I fell for some kind of wiring, but, as they say, what’s done is done. For a while, 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 girlfriend spent the day baryzhila somewhere in the market.
My mother-in-law Natalya was, unlike her daughter, a woman amazing beauty: chubby, but not fat, shaped like a guitar, with full perfectly standing breasts of 3-4 sizes, nicely rounded strong ass, even rounded hips - in a word, she attracted me much more than her daughter. By the way, my mother-in-law was very sympathetic to me and modestly flirted with me: then, as if by chance, she would 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 conspicuous place , which describes the history of sex son-in-law with mother-in-law. I have not done anything yet, but gradually the excitement accumulated. 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 preventive massage, but I just can’t get 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, 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, broke, but took off her shirt.
Since then, I began to massage her daily. She began to get used to her hands. Then she got so used to it that she even began to ask me to rub her back in the bathroom - well, here I completely sold out: I washed her all over, including her chest and causal places. At first she squealed, saying that it was not good, but I convinced her to treat everything as medical procedures, and this justification apparently suited her))).
I reached the extreme degree of excitement - I was itching to plant her to the very tomatoes. She must have felt it.
And then one day I go out into the kitchen - and there my mother-in-law is crying. What, I ask, happened? "Yes, my husband again ruffled his nerves all morning," she says. I tell her: "Let's go and give you a massage." soothing, kissing... kissed on the lips... she looked at me so strangely, but continues to cry... I started kissing her neck, shoulders, chest...
She told me: "Senechka, what are you doing." I say: "Shut up, fool, and relax." I start kissing her belly, hips... then I spread her legs and suck!!! In 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, lips and use my tongue there. And she has already flowed all over, presses my head to her pubis and groans. I tore off my underpants and rushed at her. She told me: “Senechka, don’t! ... God, how huge he is!”. I completely went berserk here: I slapped her across the face, she grabbed her face with her hands, I jerked her legs apart and planted her. Although there was a lot of lubricant, the member entered with a dry crunch and not entirely ... I finished quickly and into her. Then he made her suck my dick in 69 position. Soon he jumped up again. I put her in cancer and, clapping her ass with a ringing sound, tore off one more time. Then we went to bathe. In the shower, she began to suck me herself, moaning and lustfully looking at me from the bottom up. I took her in my arms by the ass. He leaned his back against the wall. And so he tore her in the bathroom, inserting his finger into her anus.
We showered and ate. Mother-in-law cleared the dishes from the table. I tried wiping it down with a rag. The view of the leaning mother-in-law from behind was stunning. I decided to try her ass. He put his hand between her legs. He stroked his 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 leaned her against the table with one hand. The beast in me has awakened again. I began to beat her with the palm of the second hand on the pope, periodically hitting the thighs and labia. Mother-in-law tried to escape: “It hurts me! I don't want that!" "Stop, bitch!" I growled and grabbed the strap hanging from the chair. He twisted both her hands behind her back and began to flog her: “So you don’t want to? Can you tease me for that long? It's payback time, whore!"
I dropped the belt and began to stroke 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. Tired cock from unusual sensations stood like a stake, but the orgasm still did not come, so I tore 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 finished eight times already), my mother-in-law went berserk: she began to suck my fingers in her hands, kissed me passionately, she caressed her breasts, twisting her nipples, shouting to me: “Yes, yes, come on, fuck me whore!”. Finally, I returned her to her original standing doggy position, put my cock up to her ass and pulled her head back by the hair. In the mirror hanging on the wall, the mother-in-law's face was reflected - the pleased face of a well-fucked female. She licked her lube-drenched lips carnivorously and rolled her eyes. This picture excited me so much that when I entered her ass, I immediately finished. And she squirmed for a long time on a pulsating member, as if trying to absorb everything to the drop.
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. He was not fond of drugs, did not 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. Julia 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? Live on with your parents, do not 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 meet her mother.
Mother-in-law at that time was only 35 years old. She was once a famous gymnast, champion. And she was so "friends" with her old coach that she flew away from him at the age of 16. There was a terrible scandal, the coach was almost imprisoned. Vika left big sport, she was even given one-room apartment. At the age of 17, Yulia was born to her, whom all relatives loved and spoiled. And she grew up a bitchy and absurd 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.
Julia, in every possible way, shied away from fulfilling her "marital duty." 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 already began to annoy her young husband. There was no time for love in Afghanistan, but here I found such a "treasure" that even cry!
Soon Yulka left for a month in Zhytomyr to take the next session.
Living in the same apartment with Victoria, George sometimes had to accidentally see her in a rather frank manner. Either in a translucent nightgown, when she fluttered around the apartment, then naked through the accidentally slightly opened bathroom door, where she was washing at that time. He was invariably struck 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, to pain, to cries of pleasure.
He, living practically without sex, really liked her strong, proportionately folded body of a gymnast and a mature woman. Passing by the bathroom one evening, Zhora involuntarily glanced at the half-open door and met the smiling gaze of his mother-in-law, who at that time was diligently wielding a washcloth. He was even thrown into a fever from the eroticism of this scene. His eyes greedily captured the smallest details of her seductive body in a split second. It was then that he felt a strong desire for intimacy with his mother-in-law. And then spit on 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.
George did not even imagine that Victoria Igorevna was also not indifferent to him. She was impressed by his unshakable calm under any circumstances. They often had scandals with Julia, and their daughter was invariably their initiator. Zhora stoically endured her nit-picking, responding with smiles to reproaches. 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 Julia returned from school, her husband gave her a full resignation!
Georgy was the deputy head of the company, he left the Komsomol due to his age, but he did not enter the party. Therefore, they could not punish him for divorcing his wife, especially since there were no complaints against him in the service. Yulia was immediately married off to a rocket officer so as not to cry. He just did something unsuccessfully in the service during the maintenance of the rocket, and after receiving a dose of radiation, he could no longer dream of any sex ...
And Zhora and Vika lived soul to soul for many years, gave birth 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
This story was told to me by a friend. I imagined myself in his place and fantasized a little. And here's what came out of it.
The wife got sick. Who is not sick? But they put her in the hospital, and my three-year-old daughter was left 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 for help in trouble. Either let Katya take him in, or come to us, but something needs to be done. Mother-in-law came to us.
He came home from work late, played with Katka, talked with his mother-in-law. She is my woman. 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 came out in character. Calm, friendly. And with my son-in-law, with me, that is, mutual language found quickly. Yes, we have with her and the age difference is not so big. Lenka is much younger than me. So there was no friction, on the contrary, everything was nice and beautiful. The mother-in-law looked after Katka, cooked, ran the household. And so they lived.
We handed over the object to the customer, received a bonus and a normal working day. Came home early. Played with Katya, attracted to the game and mother-in-law. Katka laughed merrily, catching up with her grandmother, who was running around the room, on the back of a hot horse, which her father portrayed. Holding on to her ears so as not to fall with her father, or rather from the horse's back, she pounded her heels on the sides, spurring the horse. Noise, laughter, joyful cries of the daughter. It's bath time. Katya, according to her usual habit, made a storm and a storm in the bath.
Both with the mother-in-law stood wet and waited for the ship with the sailor Katka to moor to the shore. A wet dressing gown clung to the mother-in-law's figure, and the figure is still very, very good-looking. The mother-in-law is similar in physique to Lenka, though a little fuller, but this makes her even more beautiful, gives the charm of a mature woman. And they have the same face. Sometimes it seems that two sisters - the younger and the older. Her breasts are somewhat larger than the Lenkins, her butt is wider. well, Lenka is still almost twenty years old before her mother, so they will even out in the future.
Yes, the wet figure of the mother-in-law led to sinful thoughts, especially since I had not had a woman for a long time. And the mother-in-law, sensing my interest in her with her feminine gut, quickly calmed Katya, pulled her out of the stormy ocean and sent us to bed, saying that she needed to change into dry clothes, how they were squelching.
Katya was sleeping, and my mother-in-law and I were sitting in the kitchen. I bought some wine from the premiums and sat there, tasting this drink, talking about life. Word for word and 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 get angry and offended, because it is known that mother and daughter have no secrets from each other, because she even knows how things are in bed with us.
How fortunate Lenka was to have such a lover-husband who would wash a woman in the bath, carry her to the bed in her arms, kiss everything and even kiss THERE. The mother-in-law has never seen such a thing in the cinema, not like in life. She lived her life with an alcoholic who did not say a good word, did not caress. Only yells. Well, at least he does not open his hands. No, Lenka was lucky, very lucky. And her husband will be drunk and sleep. And if he needs to finish, he will fall like a boar once a month, sniff for a couple of minutes, smelling of fumes, let him go and
and the side. No kisses for you, words of affection.
The mother-in-law told, and tears flowed down her cheeks, her lips twisted in a bitter smile, her nose turned red. She sobbed, wiped her tears with the back of her hand, and continued her story. And I looked at her and thought that, after all, she was a normal woman, but she didn’t have happiness. How much does a woman need? And I began to calm the woman down, saying that everything would be fine, everything would come to its senses. He stroked her, like a child, on the head, kissed her. She sobbed even harder. He squatted down in front of her, kissed her weeping eyes, collected with his lips the tears flowing down her cheeks, kissed her swollen lips. At some point, these lips responded to my touch, and a moment later we merged in a kiss that was not related at all.
The two stood in the middle of the kitchen and kissed passionately. Hands fluttered over the bodies, groping and stroking. Tongues carried on their conversation, penetrating into the mouth, lips caressing lips. Mother-in-law's robe slipped off her shoulders and now miraculously kept on her body. At some point, the mother-in-law moved her shoulders and the dressing gown was completely asleep, exposing her breasts, slightly sagging, but still strong, plump tummy. After the bath, the mother-in-law did not put on a bra and now her breasts, released from the captivity of clothes, fell into my palms substituted. I kneaded them, caressed them, not looking up from the woman's lips. And then he sat down a little and began to kiss the nipples, sank to his tummy. My mother-in-law pressed my head to her, whispered about some kind of sin, and I pulled off the dressing gown to the end and now it fell completely. Mother-in-law stood in front of me, covered only with knitted panties. And now this piece of clothing was clearly superfluous.
I pulled the panties down, exposing the pubis with reddish undergrowth, lowered them almost to the knees and passionately kissed the tummy, pubis, thighs. Pulling the panties down a little more, lowered them to the ankles and the mother-in-law stepped her legs over the panties, clearly agreeing with me that they were no longer needed. She stood like Venus emerging from sea foam. The body of a mature woman was beautiful.
Half-closed her eyes, the mother-in-law asked me not to look at her, so fat and scary. A woman loves with her ears, and therefore my words are that her body is beautiful, that it is perfection itself, which for a very, very long time will be able to give joy and pleasure to a man, that one should not be shy, but should be proud of such a body, such a figure. I said a lot of other things, I can't remember now. It is known that at this moment the man's tongue becomes boneless and the words themselves pour, bypassing the brain. And I kept talking, interspersing my words with kisses. And then he picked up the mother-in-law in his arms and carried him to the bedroom. She did not resist, surrendering to the full will of the man. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my ear somewhere, whispering something.
Putting the woman on the bed, without undressing himself, he again began to cover her body with kisses. Kissed lips, neck, breasts, belly, thighs and lips again. The mother-in-law lay 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 that of Lenkin, but the taste of the mother-in-law was 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, hot. Kneeling before the bed, he gently kissed her on those half-open lips. He kissed him the way a child is kissed, the way a woman is kissed in the corner of her lips or in her 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 snarling panther, it was a quivering 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 an orgasm, he instantly found himself next to her, lay down, hugging her. She naturally cried, buried in my chest. And I stroked her back, shoulders, kissed. After a while, without lifting her face from her chest, she said in a muffled voice that, of course, she was a bitch and a creature in relation to her daughter, but she wanted more. Helped me undress. Or rather, she simply tore off my clothes and fell on her 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 the stories of women about flying in bed with her beloved man. But now I have convinced myself that this is possible. She has already been in seventh heaven and is just 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. Herself, taking a member of the hand, sent him into his open gap. And when I plunged into it, gasped, lifted my legs up and put them on my shoulders. And I broke in. Winners in a captured city don't behave the way I did. Missing you female body I growled and raged. He drove the member all the way, to the very uterus, furiously moving it into the vagina, trying to fill every nook and cranny of this space. And the mother-in-law howled once again, shuddered in ecstasy.
It rarely happens that immediately, for the first time, a man and a woman end at the same time. We made it.
They lay hugging. I, throwing out the accumulated tension, lazily stroked my mother-in-law's body. She, running her hand between us, held a member, as if she was afraid that he would disappear. Water procedures neglected, it was just so good that I didn’t want to get up and go somewhere, do something.
Katya woke up in the middle of the night and whimpered. They jumped up together with the mother-in-law and rushed to the nursery. Having drunk her daughter, the mother-in-law bent over her bed and hummed something, rocking Katya. Her ass, shining in the twilight of the room, her swaying breasts did not leave the penis indifferent. Especially since there are still a large number of semen, not splashed out for the first time. And I, approaching my mother-in-law, parted her buttocks with a masterful movement, feeling for the entrance to the treasured cave. She spread her legs and bent even lower over her granddaughter's bed, humming all the time. And I, now affectionately and gently, entered the wet, hot and waiting for me mother-in-law's vagina, began to move there, holding the mother-in-law's thighs. From my pushes, deep and measured, she leaned forward, her breasts swayed. Soon her voice began to break, the song lost its rhythm, and then she moaned through clenched lips, moaned.
Lenka always finished several times until I get to the finish line. such a long-term one. And the mother-in-law managed to finish, but I still hadn't warmed up. Turning his mother-in-law towards him, he kissed her, embracing her by the shoulders. She grabbed my neck and stood at attention, on tiptoe. And so they reached the bedroom, without opening their arms. They collapsed on the crumpled bed. And I, kissing my mother-in-law's body, said something like this:
- What a smack! -Sweet little body! How-smack! -We love him! What-smack!-pretty-smack!-titties! What a smack! -hard nipples! What a smack! - a lovely tummy! And what a smack! -wet-smack! -Pisechka! And how-smack!-she-smack-waiting-smack!-to her-smack! stuck!
Well, they stuck it.
In the morning, when I went into the kitchen, my mother-in-law was preparing breakfast. Katya was still sleeping. Mother-in-law was cheerful, happy. She moved easily and even hummed something. Standing at the door, wished her good morning and watched with pleasure how the buttocks play under the dressing gown, how the hips go back and forth. And the member immediately reacted, sticking out his underpants and letting me know that he did not mind paying a visit to his familiar vagina. When the mother-in-law leaned over at the table, he pulled up her dressing gown. As expected, this time the mother-in-law considered the underpants unnecessary and, without encountering obstacles, I kissed the buttocks with relish, which appeared like plump buns from under the dressing gown.
Again, imperiously, as a winner, he penetrated between the legs and made sure that after a stormy night nothing was missing there, that everything was in place. Mother-in-law stood frozen. waiting for what her master, her owner, will do next with her. And he, slightly pressing on his back, forced his mother-in-law to bend down and began to stroke her crotch, penetrating the moistened hole with his fingers, and then, pulling back the elastic of his panties and exposing his penis, he ran his head between the shameful lips and even pushed this very head not far so that the penis could wish good morning to your new friend.
Turning the mother-in-law to face him, firmly, so that her breath was taken away, he kissed her and, lifting him up, sat her on kitchen table. He put it on his back and threw back the skirts of his dressing gown.
The mother-in-law slid across the table and only her hands, tightly squeezing her hips, did not allow her to slip completely. Her hands rushed about, either grabbing her breasts that had fallen out of her dressing gown, or sliding across the table, looking for something unknown, or trying to reach me. And I drove my flesh into her, slapping my buttocks with my stomach. Mother-in-law groaned, shouted something and finished ahead of me. And I stepped up the pressure, trying to catch up with Lenka's mom. The daughter will soon wake up and it is useless for her to watch her dad have her grandmother on the table. Here I am discharged.
Laughing, they washed up. Mother-in-law, sitting in the bath, fought off my attempts to wash her vagina, she tried to wash me. The bathtub was cramped for two, but there was plenty of room for pampering.
Then, when the mother-in-law, without getting dressed, bent down and wiped the floor, which we, indulging in, tried to grab her by the ass, by the vagina. she jokingly fought back, but was clearly pleased.
They had a proper breakfast. After washing the dirty little face of their daughter, they went to the hospital to see their mother. Lenka rejoiced, looking at our unity. Quietly asked not to offend my mother. Then, secluded, she whispered something to her mother, while Katya and I were collecting leaves in the hospital garden.
At home, the mother-in-law said that her daughter asked her to look after me so that I would not break off to the left. And if such a moment arises that I will be ready to break loose, (let only my mother not be offended and understand), I asked to replace her, temporarily acting as my wife. She, of course, is ashamed to talk about it, but she 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 side are fraught with the possibility of taking a good man out of the family. And the mother-in-law promised to do everything that her daughter asked for.
Having put Katya to bed, they lay down, like spouses, in one bed. 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 in the kitchen (where else?) Lenka's request. And I cried, I'm not lying at all. How did she love me if she decided on such a request?! And the mother-in-law cried, rejoicing for her daughter, for the fact that she had such a husband.
Lenka was discharged from the hospital. Mother-in-law left. What she told Lenka about and what she concealed, I don't know. Only Lenka often began to send me to her mother under the pretext of helping. And when I came back, she didn't ask anything. Only here the sex that day we had was so stormy, as if Lenka was breaking free from the chain, as if she was hungry. And I also noticed that my trips to my mother-in-law coincided with Lenkin's periods.
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 even my activity is superfluous. Enough for mom and mom is very grateful to her daughter for her permission to use the surplus. Only now Lenka is worried that I will get used to my mother and fall out of love with her, my wife. Kissing, he reassured me that there was no one in the world more precious than them and Katya.
And we didn’t stop sleeping with my 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 it remains only to fall into bed the three of us. But something slowed everything down. And once, after a feast on the occasion of some holiday, this happened. And the sky didn't fall on earth and earth didn't break underfoot. Looking at each other's sex, women died, getting an orgasm from the slightest touch. The plexus of bodies, when you don’t understand who caresses whom and how. A feast of sex, a song of passion.
And then the father-in-law disappeared on a drunken bench. mother-in-law moved in with us. Her house was abandoned. About a year and a half later, Lenka became pregnant, and then her mother-in-law. And now Katya has a sister and a brother, who is also her uncle.
In general, the mother-in-law in Russia is a popular hero of jokes, over which they make fun of it so well. But they also joke for a reason, all humorous stories are written by men, ridiculing their mother-in-law. And at the same time, they have quite deep feelings for her. Currently, love between a son-in-law and a 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, then she is his own wife, only in the future and changed in better side. If you look like that, she has lost her girlish freshness, but has gained a lot - a huge life experience and is no longer capricious. The mother-in-law becomes the absolute ideal for the son-in-law and constantly runs into her in the apartment (if they live together). But according to surveys, almost every young son-in-law feels a little deep sympathy for his mother-in-law, until real love becomes between them when the mother-in-law herself falls in love with her daughter's husband.
If you look from the side of the mother-in-law, then the son-in-law for her is one of the mistakes of her daughter. Thoughts run through my head that the choice is not quite as bad as it could be, but it is not as perfect as I would like. 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, to show signs of attention, but he has a specific desire. It happens that under the influence of alcohol this desire is embodied in the head of either him or her, but it happens to two at once!
Often the very first time with a son-in-law with a mother-in-law becomes the last. This concept is not even subject to discussion between them, it’s just that in the future they pretend all their lives that nothing happened. Well, mom just doesn't want to hurt and harm her daughter.
The second time happens to the mother of the wife, not everyone. Only daredevils dare to do this, who, by the way, do not experience any rebuff. Once they took her by force, another time she will go by herself. They look like a young cat that hunts for a mouse, well, accordingly, the cat takes possession of it. From the stories I've heard sexual relations between these heroes happen at the hottest and inopportune time. For example, the 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 off the chain and takes it right on the table, well, 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 extend to anyone on this topic and even simply informs his friends about the presence 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 necessary moments, and not only reports about the commission of a sin.
Such situations can be looked at in different ways. Some will condemn and, in fact, do the right thing, because all these actions can be called incest! This is not a normal occurrence. But on the other hand, no one suffers from these relationships. The son-in-law, of course, is fine, the mother-in-law herself is also gradually getting used to it, and all the benefits are formed around the young wife!
Well, firstly, she does not know about all this, and cannot think of such a thing. Secondly, her husband does not have a mistress, he spends all his strength in the family and gives all the best. Thirdly, the husband is recruited from the mother-in-law of the mind and a certain sexual experience, and later passes it on to his wife. Fourthly, there are no hostile relations 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, neither judge nor be judged. And what should a young wife do in such a situation? A very difficult question, because she can lose two of her closest people and end up alone. Therefore, you need to think a lot before jumping to any hasty conclusions. Yes, such a connection is not clear, but it can also say that only she bakes her husband, and besides, at an older age he will not be indifferent to her!
