In a remote little village, at the head of the village stood a farmhouse-style two-story house. The owner, Old Ji, was fifty-seven, strong and sturdy, looking like a man in his forties and full of energy. He had only one son, and the young man longed for the bustle and bustle of the city, so he went to the city to work at an early age, leaving behind his newly married wife at home.
The daughter-in-law is called Xiao Bi, and she is twenty-four this year. She is tall and well-proportioned, with snow-white, delicate skin and refined features; when she smiles, there is a soft, seductive charm. After her son left, only the father-in-law and daughter-in-law were left in the family. Xiao Bi's mother-in-law would occasionally go into the city to visit relatives, and on this day she happened to be out again.
Around 6:00 p.m., it suddenly began to pour rain. Xiaobi was visiting a neighbor and, when she came back, she was soaked through, her thin clothes clinging tightly to her body and outlining her voluptuous curves. She hurried in all the way, calling out, “Father-in-law, I’m back.”
Old Ji had already reheated the meal and was sitting in the living room waiting for her. Seeing his drenched daughter-in-law, his eyes lit up, and he quickly said: "Look, you're completely soaked. Go take a hot shower quickly, don't catch a cold."
Xiao Bi nodded, went upstairs to get clean clothes, and came back down, saying somewhat awkwardly, 'Gong Gong, the water heater upstairs is broken, I can only shower down here.'
Old Ji's heart skipped a beat. In the months since his son left, watching his daughter-in-law come and go—her tall figure, snow-white neck, and the glimpse of her waistline when she occasionally bent over—had often made his lower body swell. Hearing her say she would shower downstairs, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he reached out to grasp her soft wrist: "Shower quickly, don't freeze. I'll hold your clothes and lock the doors and windows while I'm at it."
His fingers lingered on her wrist a few seconds longer and gently pinched it. Xiao Bi’s face heated slightly, and the clothes in her hand nearly fell to the ground. Lao Ji bent down to pick them up, and in the motion the back of his hand accidentally brushed the outer side of her thigh. That sensation made his breathing catch, and his lower body quickly pitched a tent.
Xiao Bi lowered her head, her voice soft: "Mm... then I'll go wash up." After saying that, she quickly entered the washroom, only to find the door unlocked. She leaned against the door, her heart pounding. Her husband had been gone for several months, and her body had long been empty. Just now, a few seemingly unintentional touches from her father-in-law had unexpectedly stirred up the desire she had suppressed for so long.
She took off her clothes and turned on the shower. Hot water rushed over her snow-white skin, her breasts swaying gently with her movements, the area between her legs already somewhat wet. She closed her eyes, but her mind uncontrollably conjured the tent her father-in-law had pitched earlier.
Outside the door, Old Ji walked into the bedroom. Hearing the sound of running water, he couldn't help but pick up the pink panties she had changed out of and lightly sniff them at the tip of his nose. The faint scent of her body made his eyes well up with heat, and he even licked the fabric. Just as he was lost in confusion, the bathroom door suddenly opened a crack.
Xiao Bi leaned out halfway, wanting the soap and towel, but happened to see Gong Gong holding her panties. Her face flushed crimson instantly, and she coquettishly chided, 'Gong Gong... what are you doing... give me my things, quick.'
Old Ji looked up, his gaze directly meeting her exposed upper body. That pair of snow-white, full breasts rose and fell slightly in the steam, their nipples pink. His Adam's apple bobbed heavily, and as he handed her the soap and towel, he deliberately let the soap slip, dropping it to the floor.
At the same time, the two of them bent down to pick it up. In the narrow space, Old Ji’s arm brushed against her wet skin. The next second, he could no longer hold back and pulled her into his arms, his hands directly covering those soft breasts, kneading them hard.
“Father-in-law... don’t... I’m your daughter-in-law...” Xiao Bi’s voice trembled, her hands pushing away in refusal, yet she didn’t have much strength. Hot water was still streaming down; her body was pressed under his hard chest, and the thick hard thing below him was pressing against her lower abdomen.
“Good wife... your father-in-law has been thinking of you terribly... just let me cherish you properly once... I won’t let you suffer...” Old Ji panted heavily, one hand continuing to knead her breasts while the other slid down along her flat abdomen, probing into the already wet slit. The moment his fingers touched her clitoris, Xiao Bi let out a soft moan, and her legs weakened for a moment.
She initially wanted to refuse again, but her body betrayed her reason. Sensitive spots untouched for months were stimulated by his nimble fingers, and her fluids soon covered his palm. Seeing she was no longer struggling violently, Old Ji lowered his head and kissed her lips. At first, she kept her teeth clenched, but as his tongue forcefully probed inside, she gradually responded, their breaths intertwining.
Old Ji took her hand and pressed it against his crotch. That thick, long, and scorching cock throbbed in her palm. Xiao Bi's eyes widened slightly, her fingers involuntarily gripping it, gently stroking. It was noticeably larger than her husband's by a size, veins bulging, with clear fluid already seeping from the tip.
“Do you like it?” Old Ji asked in a hoarse whisper.
Xiao Bi buried her face in his chest, her ears bright red, but she didn't let go. Lao Ji pushed his luck, turning her around so her hands rested on the washbasin, while he crouched down. His warm, wet tongue went directly to her petals.
“Ah... father-in-law... dirty...” Xiao Bi exclaimed in shock, but he pressed her buttocks even harder. His tongue nimbly slipped into the crevice, sucking on her already engorged clit while swallowing all the flowing arousal. Xiao Bi had one leg propped on his shoulder, completely exposed. The stimulation of being treated like this for the first time made her scalp tingle, and her waist uncontrollably pushed forward.
“It’s not dirty at all... My wife’s juices are sweet and fragrant...” Old Ji lifted his head, the corners of his mouth covered in glistening liquid, his gaze full of possessiveness. “First time being licked by a man? Your father-in-law is fortunate.”
Xiao Bi leaned against the countertop, panting heavily: 'Bad Gong Gong... if you like it... keep going... ah... you're so good at licking...'
Old Ji buried his head again for a while, until her thighs trembled and she could barely stand, then he stood up. He had her hold his cock, rubbing the tip back and forth against her slick entrance. With each rub, Xiao Bi let out a soft moan, her waist gently swaying.
"Do you want it?" he asked.
Xiao Bi bit her lip and nodded.
Old Ji held his cock, aiming at that pink slit, and slowly pushed in. Just one-third of the way, Xiao Bi furrowed her brows: "It's so big... gently..."
He patiently eased it in little by little. The tight, wet flesh walls wrapped around him tightly, and each inch brought a strong sucking sensation. When the whole thing was inside, both of them let out satisfied sighs. Lao Ji began to thrust slowly, letting her adjust. Xiao Bi braced her hands on the counter, her full breasts swaying with the movement, broken moans spilling from her mouth.
“Father-in-law’s dick... so thick... pushing so deep...” Her voice grew weak.
Old Ji felt his blood boiling, gradually speeding up. The sounds of water, flesh slapping, and lewd wet noises echoed in the bathroom. He reached around to fondle her breasts, pinching her nipples lightly with his fingertips. Xiao Bi, stimulated, arched her back, actively meeting his thrusts.
Tried several positions. First, she leaned on the counter with both hands while he pounded hard from behind; then he picked her up, letting her legs wrap around his waist, fucking while walking; later, he had her sit on the edge of the bathtub, one leg propped on his shoulder, making it easy to see clearly how that dark, shiny cock moved in and out of her snow-white flesh.
Xiao Bi completely let go. She moaned loudly, calling him 'Big Cock Gong Gong', telling him to fuck her harder. When her climax came, her inner walls contracted violently, and a gush of hot fluid surged out, splashing onto his glans. Lao Ji gritted his teeth, holding back the urge to cum, and continued thrusting until she had climaxed twice in a row and her body went soft, almost melting, before he sped up.
“I’m about to cum... outside...” Xiao Bi said hurriedly.
Old Ji pulled out his cock, gripping it and rapidly stroking it against her lower abdomen. Thick semen spurted out in streams, splattering on her flat stomach, navel, and even splashing onto the lower edges of her breasts. The ejaculation lasted nearly twenty seconds, until the last few drops slowly seeped out.
The two leaned against each other, gasping. The hot water had long since turned lukewarm, yet neither of them went to turn it off. Lao Ji lowered his head to kiss her forehead, the corners of her eyes, and her lips, his palm still gently stroking her wet buttocks.
Xiao Bi leaned against his chest, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible: 'Gong Gong... in the future... can we still do this?'
Old Ji chuckled softly, holding her tighter: "Whenever you want, your father-in-law is always here."
After that day, the relationship between father-in-law and daughter-in-law completely changed.
When the mother-in-law occasionally came back to stay for a few days, they restrained themselves, only exchanging surging desire in their eyes. Once the mother-in-law went back to the city, the two of them were like lovers reunited after a long separation, closing the door and indulging in passionate intimacy.
Sometimes it's in the kitchen. While Xiao Bi is cooking, Lao Ji presses up against her from behind, lifts her skirt, and enters directly. She braces her hands on the stove, biting her lip to keep from crying out too loudly, afraid the neighbors might hear. Lao Bi deliberately slows the pace, thrusting deep each time, using his hand to rub her clit, bringing her to climax before speeding up his thrusts, finally ejaculating on her inner thigh.
Sometimes it's at night. Her son occasionally calls home; Xiao Bi answers the phone while being entered from behind by her father-in-law. She tries to keep her voice steady, but the thick, hard thing inside her slowly grinds. After hanging up, she turns and slaps her father-in-law, yet actively straddles him and moves on her own.
They gradually became familiar with each other's bodies. Old Ji knew that she was most sensitive at the left nipple and a little spot just above the clitoris; Xiao Bi knew that he liked her to take the initiative and lick his scrotum with her tongue, and that he also liked it when she deliberately clenched down during orgasm.
More than a month later, one afternoon, it started raining again. The two of them were in the bedroom, with the curtains pulled tightly shut. Xiao Bi was wearing a thin camisole nightgown, with no underwear. Lao Ji pinned her down on the bed, kissing her all the way from her lips to her lower abdomen, then spreading her legs and carefully serving her with his tongue. She buried her hands in his hair, her waist gently swaying, and her juices soaked a small patch of the bedsheet.
After she came once, he then entered her. This time they did it especially slowly, as if savoring every moment. Each thrust was deep and heavy, but not rushed. Xiao Bi wrapped her legs around his waist, eyes half-closed, looking at his face, and suddenly reached out to touch his cheek: 'Gonggong... you're more caring than I imagined.'
Old Ji paused slightly, lowering his head to kiss her: "Because you are my good daughter-in-law."
When climax arrived, he did not withdraw. Xiao Bi actively tightened, letting him ejaculate everything deep inside. Afterwards, she lay in his arms, her fingers lightly tracing the sweat on his chest, her voice a bit hoarse: 'If... what if we really have a child?'
Old Ji was silent for a moment, holding her even tighter: "We'll talk about it when the time comes. For now, as long as you're willing, I'll be with you."
The rain outside the window patters softly. Only the steadying breaths of two people remain in the room, along with the lingering scent of desire in the air.
Since then, this secret relationship became their shared secret. By day they were an ordinary father-in-law and daughter-in-law, but by night they were each other’s most familiar body. Once desire was ignited, it was never easy to extinguish. And in this remote farmhouse, rainy nights witnessed again and again their ethical downfall and pleasure.
Days passed one by one. The son occasionally mentioned on the phone that he might only return for the New Year, and the mother-in-law also increasingly often stayed with relatives in the city. The time when the house was truly left with only the father-in-law and daughter-in-law grew more and more.
After those initial few times, an indescribable understanding developed between them. During the day, Xiao Bi still called him 'father-in-law,' cooking, doing laundry, tidying the house, like an ordinary daughter-in-law. But whenever their eyes met, the air would subtly grow warm. Old Ji's gaze would linger a few seconds longer when she bent over, settling on her skirt, taut from the movement, and the faint glimpse of her thigh. Xiao Bi noticed but no longer avoided it; sometimes she would even bend a little more intentionally, letting him see more clearly.
What truly solidified the relationship was an afternoon one month later.
That day was sultry. After washing clothes, Xiao Bi wore a loose tank top and shorts to hang them in the yard. Sweat slid down her collarbone, soaking the tank top, faintly revealing the outline of her braless chest. Old Ji came back from the fields and saw this scene, nearly dropping the hoe in his hand.
He walked into the yard and said hoarsely, “It's hot. Come inside and rest for a while.”
Xiao Bi looked back at him, her eyes holding a hint of testing and a hint of expectation. She clipped the last piece of clothing, turned, and walked into the house. Lao Ji followed, closing the door behind him after entering.
Before they even reached the living room, he embraced her from behind. His hands went directly under her tank top, grasping the pair of breasts that were already slightly warm. Xiao Bi let out a soft moan, didn't struggle, and instead leaned back against him, letting him feel her more fully.
“Father-in-law... in broad daylight...” Her voice was soft and delicate.
“What’s wrong with daytime?” Old Ji lowered his head and kissed her earlobe, his fingers pinching and gently rubbing her nipple. “There’s only the two of us at home.”
Xiao Bi's legs went weak from his touch, she turned around and kissed him actively. They kissed their way to the bedroom, clothes quickly stripped off. This time they weren't in a hurry to enter, but explored each other slowly like the first time. Lao Ji had her kneel by the bed, while he sat on the edge, bringing his thick, long cock to her mouth.
Xiao Bi hesitated for a few seconds, then opened her mouth, tentatively taking the tip. She had never done this before, her movements were clumsy, and her teeth occasionally bumped against him. Lao Ji, however, patiently guided her, one hand gently pressing the back of her head, letting her slowly take him deeper. Her warm mouth enveloped him, her tongue awkwardly but diligently licking his shaft. He groaned in pleasure, his other hand reaching between her legs, finding her already soaking wet.
“Good girl...” he praised her hoarsely.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Bi's face turned even redder, but she took him in her mouth more earnestly. When he was nearing his limit, he pulled her up and had her straddle him. She aligned herself and slowly sat down. When he was fully inside, both of them let out a satisfied sigh. She began to move on her own, initially a bit shy, but gradually letting go more and more, her hands braced on his chest, her waist swaying back and forth, her breasts swaying before his eyes.
Old Ji looked up at her, his hand supporting her waist to help her exert force. Each thrust went deep, her inner walls tightly gripping him, and her fluids trickled down from where they joined, wetting both of their pubic hair. The climax came quickly; she suddenly tensed up, her hole contracting violently, releasing a gush of warmth. Old Ji gritted his teeth and held back, waiting for her to recover before flipping her over, pressing her down and thrusting vigorously until he also released deep inside.
Afterward, they lay side by side, with the sounds of cicadas outside the window. Xiao Bi turned onto her side, her fingers tracing circles on his chest, and suddenly whispered, “If it stays like this... won’t it be too dangerous?”
Old Ji pulled her into his embrace: "Even if it's dangerous, it's worth it. If you want to stop, just say so anytime."
She didn't answer, just buried her face in the crook of his neck, her breathing gradually steadying.
From then on, they seized almost every opportunity to be alone together.
Sometimes it's early morning. Xiao Bi gets up to cook, Lao Ji follows her into the kitchen, pressing against her from behind. Lifting the hem of her nightgown, he enters directly. She braces her hands on the countertop, biting her lip to keep from crying out, but her body honestly pushes back. He deliberately slows down, thrusting deep inside bit by bit, his hand reaching around to rub her clitoris. Only after she climaxes does he speed up the thrusting, finally pulling out and ejaculating on her thigh.
Sometimes in the afternoon. The two of them on the sofa, TV on but unwatched. Xiao Bi straddles his lap, undoes her clothes herself, bringing her breasts to his mouth. He sucks while kneading her buttocks with his hands, she grinds against his already hard bulge through his pants. When clothes are completely off, she actively guides him and sits down, controlling the rhythm herself. This position lets her control depth, and lets him clearly see how his thing is swallowed bit by bit by her.
In the evening, they were even more uninhibited. As soon as the lights went out, the two of them rolled together. They tried various positions—when he entered from behind, he could go especially deep, and she would bury her face in the pillow, moaning wildly; when lying on their sides, he entered from behind, one hand kneading her breasts, the other stimulating her clitoris, and she was completely enveloped in his embrace; when she was on top, he loved watching her move herself to orgasm, her breasts swaying, hair disheveled, eyes dazed.
Once, their son suddenly called via video. Xiao Bi was startled and fumbled to get dressed, but Lao Ji held her down, signaling her to answer. When the call connected, she was wrapped in a blanket from the waist up, but he was slowly entering her from behind. She tried hard to keep her voice normal as she chatted with their son about family matters, all while that thick, hard thing inside her slowly ground away. After hanging up, she turned and punched him, then actively kissed him, pinning him down and riding him fiercely.
“You scared me to death...” she complained while moving, yet her voice carried a trembling thrill.
Old Ji smiled and pinched her waist: "Be more careful next time."
Once desire is thoroughly ignited, it is difficult to extinguish. They began doing it in more places—in the bathroom, beside the kitchen counter, even in the yard in the dead of night. Once when it was raining, the two of them under an umbrella in the vegetable plot behind the house, he had her hold onto a tree and entered her from behind. The sound of rain masked the impact of their bodies and her suppressed moans. When he ejaculated, he didn't pull out, leaving everything inside. Afterwards, she leaned against the tree panting, rain mixed with sweat streaming down, but her eyes were frighteningly bright.
Over time, Xiao Bi's body underwent subtle changes. She became更容易湿 (easier to get wet) and更容易高潮 (easier to orgasm). Sometimes just being hugged from behind by him and having her breasts揉一揉 (kneaded) would quickly moisten between her legs. Old Ji was very satisfied with this and worked even harder to develop her. He learned to use his tongue to make her climax continuously, learned to suddenly stop when she was almost there,吊着她的欲望 (teasing her desire) before giving it to her hard.
One night, after finishing, Xiao Bi leaned against his chest and suddenly asked, 'If I really got pregnant... what would you do?'
Old Ji remained silent for a long time before saying: "We'll talk about it when the time comes. Let me love you a few more times first."
She didn't press further, just wrapped her legs around his waist, signaling she wanted more. That night they did it three times, until both were exhausted, then fell asleep in each other's arms.
Days slowly passed like this in secret pleasure. Occasionally, people in the village would chat, saying Old Ji's daughter-in-law's complexion had been really good lately, and her skin was even fairer. Old Ji just smiled when he heard, but in his heart, he knew clearly that it was the result of his nightly irrigation.
And Xiao Bi, in every moment of being filled and pushed to the deepest point, kneaded her longing for her distant husband and her addiction to the man before her into the softest part of her body.
The rain is still falling.
In this remote farmhouse, the story between the father-in-law and daughter-in-law continues.
In the blink of an eye, autumn arrived.
The rice in the village began to turn yellow, and the air carried more of a dry, grassy scent. However, Xiao Bi's body grew more sensitive day by day. Sometimes, just when Old Ji walked past her from behind, his palm brushing lightly against her waist, moisture would quickly surge between her legs. She herself found it incredible—when she was with her husband before, she had never been ignited so easily.
That early morning, the mist hadn't yet dispersed. Xiao Bi got up to boil water, wearing an old, thin-washed nightgown. Lao Ji pressed up against her from behind without a word, just pinned her against the stove, and lifted her hem. She didn't refuse; she even spread her legs a bit. He entered directly, and when he was fully inside, both let out a soft gasp.
The motion was very gentle, as if afraid of disturbing the peace of the early morning. He reached his other hand around to the front, unhurriedly rubbing her already hard nipples, while the other hand supported her waist. The water was boiling, and the kettle spout was emitting white steam, but neither of them went to turn it off. Xiaobi braced herself with both hands on the counter, gently pushing her hips back, matching his rhythm. The climax came suddenly and quietly; she buried her face in the crook of her arm, her body trembling slightly, and her inner walls pulsed around him. Lao Ji gritted his teeth and thrust dozens more times before pulling out and ejaculating at the base of her thigh.
Afterward he used a towel to wipe her clean, then lowered his head and kissed the back of her neck. Xiao Bi turned back to look at him, her gaze impossibly soft, yet she said nothing.
Such mornings became more and more frequent.
Sometimes it's in the evening. She's feeding the chickens in the yard, and he walks over from the pigpen. Seeing no one around, he pulls her into the woodshed. Inside, the light is dim, filled with dry grass and firewood. He pins her against the wall, unfastens his pants, lifts one of her legs, and thrusts in. She bites his shoulder, afraid to cry out. The scent of dry grass mixes with the smell of desire, each thrust carrying a suppressed urgency. Before ejaculating, he asks if she wants him to pull out; she shakes her head, tightening her legs around his waist. After he finishes inside her, she leans against the wall panting, her eyes bright.
At night, it was even more their territory.
Once the lights were off, the two no longer concealed themselves. Xiao Bi would actively ride on top of him, guiding him inside as she lowered herself, then rocking her hips back and forth. She became increasingly skilled in her movements, knowing how to use her inner walls to rub against his most sensitive spots and how to brush her breasts against his chest. Old Ji looked up at her, his hands supporting her swaying breasts, occasionally squeezing firmly, eliciting tighter contractions from her.
Once in the middle of it, she suddenly stopped, looked down at him, and asked softly, 'Dad... have you ever thought about what would happen if our son suddenly came back?'
Old Ji paused for a moment, reaching out to brush her sweat-dampened hair behind her ear: "I thought about it. But not now."
She stared at him for a few seconds, then started moving again, her movements even more intense than before. They made love for a long time that night, until she eventually cried, not from pain, but because some indescribable emotion was pushed to its deepest point.
The autumn rain began to fall again.
It had been raining for three days straight, turning the village roads muddy. Mother-in-law called, saying relatives in the city wanted her to stay a few more days, telling them to take care of themselves. After hanging up, Xiao Bi looked out the window at the gray curtain of rain, then suddenly turned around and pushed Lao Ji down onto the sofa.
She straddled him, took off her clothes herself, then lowered her head to take him in her mouth. This time she was no longer inexperienced; her tongue nimbly circled the tip, occasionally deep-throating, the sensation of her throat constricting making his scalp tingle. Only when he was fully hard and swollen did she raise herself, align, and slowly sit down. After taking him all in, she didn't move immediately, just clenched tightly, feeling that thing pulsing inside her.
“Today... give it all to me.” She lowered her head and looked at him, a glimmer of water in her eyes.
Old Ji didn't speak, just gripping her waist and thrusting upward. Their panting soon intertwined. The rain was loud, masking the sounds of flesh colliding and her increasingly unrestrained moans. When the climax hit, she went limp against his chest, her hole contracting violently, taking him over the edge with her. Streams of semen shot deep inside, and she was still trembling lightly.
Afterward, they just held each other like that, neither of them pulling out first. The rain was still falling, and only their heartbeats remained in the room.
Xiao Bi buried her face in the crook of his neck, her voice muffled: 'I think... I'm getting a bit attached.'
Old Ji's hand slowly caressed her back, and after a long while, he softly replied:
“Then don’t leave.” The rain pattered outside the window, like a secret belonging only to the two of them in this remote little building, a secret never to be heard by outsiders.
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