In a remote small village, a farmhouse stands at the village entrance. The homeowner, Old Ji, is fifty-seven, physically robust, looks like someone in his forties, full of energy. He only has one son. The young man, yearning for the bustle of the city, went to work in the city early, leaving his newlywed wife at home.
The daughter-in-law is named Xiao Bi, and she is twenty-four this year. She has a tall, well-proportioned figure, snow-white delicate skin, and refined eyebrows and eyes; when she smiles, there is a soft, alluring charm. After her son left, only the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law remained in the household. Xiao Bi’s mother-in-law would occasionally go into the city to visit relatives, and on this day she happened not to be at home.
Around six in the afternoon, it suddenly started pouring rain. Xiaobi had been visiting a neighbor and came back completely soaked; her thin clothes clung tightly to her body, outlining her voluptuous curves. She ran all the way inside and called 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 dripping-wet daughter-in-law, his eyes lit up, and he quickly said: 'Look at you, completely soaked. Go take a hot shower quickly, don't catch a cold.'
Xiao Bi nodded, went upstairs to get clean clothes, and came down, saying somewhat awkwardly: "Father-in-law, the water heater upstairs is broken, I can only wash downstairs."
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, her snow-white neck, and the glimpse of her waistline when she occasionally bent over—had already often made his lower body swell. Hearing her say she would shower downstairs now, his Adam's apple bobbed. He reached out and grasped her soft wrist: 'Shower quickly, don't get cold. I'll hold your clothes for you and lock the doors and windows while I'm at it.'
His fingers lingered on her wrist for a few extra seconds, giving it a gentle squeeze. Xiao Bi's face heated slightly, and the clothes in her hands nearly fell to the ground. Old Ji bent down to pick them up, and in the movement the back of his hand unintentionally brushed the outer side of her thigh. The contact made his breathing catch, and the lower half of his body quickly pitched a tent.
Xiao Bi lowered her head, her voice soft: "Mm... then I'll go wash." After saying that, she quickly entered the washroom, only to find the door wasn't locked. She leaned against the door panel, her heart pounding fiercely. Her husband had been gone for months, and her body had long been empty. Just now, her father-in-law's few faint touches had unexpectedly stirred up the desire she had suppressed for so long.
She took off all her clothes and turned on the shower. Hot water rushed over her snow-white skin, her breasts swaying gently with her movements, and the area between her legs was already somewhat wet. She closed her eyes, but her mind uncontrollably flashed back to the tent her father-in-law had just pitched.
Outside the door, Old Ji entered the bedroom and heard the sound of running water. Unable to resist, he picked up her discarded pink panties and brought them to his nose for a light sniff. The faint scent of her body made his eyes well up, and he even licked the fabric. Just as he was lost in passion, the bathroom door suddenly opened a crack.
Xiao Bi leaned out half her body, wanting the soap and towel, but just then saw her father-in-law holding her panties. Her face instantly flushed crimson, and she coquettishly chided: "Father-in-law... what are you doing... hurry and give me the things."
Old Ji looked up, his gaze directly colliding with her exposed upper body. That pair of snow-white, full breasts gently rose and fell in the steam, their nipples pink and tender. His Adam's apple bobbed heavily, and as he handed over the soap and towel, he deliberately let his hand slip, causing the soap to fall to the ground.
They both bent down to pick it up at the same time. In the narrow space, Old Ji’s arm brushed against her wet skin. The next second, he could no longer restrain himself and pulled her into his arms, both hands directly covering that pair of soft breasts, kneading them hard.
“Father-in-law... don’t... I’m your daughter-in-law...” Xiao Bi's voice trembled as both hands pushed away, yet she had little strength. Hot water was still pouring down, her body pinned by his hard chest, while that thick, hard thing below was pressing against her lower abdomen.
“Good wife…… Dad-in-law misses you terribly…… just let me cherish you properly once…… I won’t let you suffer any loss……” Old Ji panted heavily, one hand continuing to knead her breasts, the other sliding down along her flat lower abdomen and into the already wet crevice. The moment his fingers touched her clitoris, Xiao Bi let out a soft moan and her legs went weak for a moment.
She wanted to refuse again, but her body betrayed her reason. Her sensitive spots, untouched for months, were stimulated by his nimble fingers, and her fluids soon covered his palm. Seeing she no longer struggled violently, Old Ji lowered his head and kissed her lips. At first, she kept her teeth clenched, but as his tongue forcefully entered, 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. Little Bi's eyes widened slightly, and her fingers involuntarily grasped it, gently stroking. It was noticeably larger than her husband's by a full circle, with bulging veins, and the tip was already oozing a clear fluid.
“Do you like it?” Old Ji asked in a hoarse voice.
Xiao Bi buried her face in his chest, her ears bright red, but she didn't let go. Old Ji pushed his luck, turning her around so her hands were on the washbasin, while he crouched down. His warm, wet tongue directly licked her petals.
“Ah... father-in-law... dirty...” Xiaobi gasped, but he pressed down on her buttocks even harder. His tongue deftly slipped into the crevice, sucking at her already engorged clitoris while swallowing all the flowing pussy juice. One of Xiaobi's legs was propped on his shoulder, fully spread open. The stimulation of being treated like this for the first time made her scalp tingle, and her waist involuntarily pushed forward.
“It isn’t dirty at all……my wife’s juices are sweet and fragrant……” Old Ji raised 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 blessed.”
Leaning against the countertop, Xiao Bi panted coquettishly: "Bad father-in-law... if you like it... keep going... ah... so good at licking..."
Old Ji buried his head between her legs for a while longer, 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, Little Bi let out a soft moan, her waist gently writhing.
“Do you want it?” he asked.
Xiao Bi bit her lip and nodded.
Old Ji guided his cock, aiming at that pink slit, and slowly pushed in. He was only a third of the way in when Little Bi furrowed her brow: 'It's so big... be gentle...'
He patiently pushed in a little at a time. The tight, wet walls tightly wrapped around him, and every inch he entered brought a strong sucking sensation. By the time the whole thing was inside, both of them let out satisfied sighs. Lao Ji began to thrust slowly, letting her adjust. Xiao Bi braced herself on the countertop with both hands, her full breasts swaying with the motion, her mouth spilling out intermittent moans.
“Father-in-law’s dick... so thick... pushing so deep...” her voice grew weak.
Hearing this, Old Ji felt his blood boil and gradually sped up. The sounds of water, flesh slapping against flesh, and lewd, wet noises echoed in the bathroom. He reached around to fondle her breasts, pinching and gently pulling her nipples with his fingertips. Stimulated, Little Bi arched her back, actively meeting his thrusts.
They tried several positions. First, she leaned on the counter with both hands while he pounded her hard from behind; later, he picked her up, letting her legs wrap around his waist as he walked and thrust; then he had her sit on the edge of the bathtub with one leg over his shoulder, making it easy for him to see clearly how that shiny black cock went in and out of her snow-white flesh.
Xiao Bi completely let go. She moaned loudly, calling him 'big-dick father-in-law', telling him to fuck her harder. When her orgasm came, her inner walls contracted violently, and a stream of hot fluid gushed out, pouring onto his glans. Old Ji gritted his teeth, holding back the urge to cum, and continued thrusting until she had climaxed twice in a row, her body so soft it almost melted, before he sped up.
“It's about to cum... outside...” Xiao Bi said anxiously.
Old Ji pulled out his cock, gripping it and rapidly stroking it against her lower abdomen. Thick semen spurted out in one stream after another, splattering onto her flat belly, 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, panting. The hot water had long since become lukewarm, but 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, while his palm was still gently stroking her wet buttocks.
Leaning in his embrace, Xiao Bi's voice was so soft it was almost inaudible: "Father-in-law... in the future... can we still be like 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 comes back to stay for a few days, they restrain themselves, only exchanging surging desire in their eyes. Once the mother-in-law returns to the city, the two are like long-separated lovers, closing the door for wild, passionate intimacy.
Sometimes it's in the kitchen. While Xiao Bi is cooking, Lao Ji presses up behind her, lifts her skirt, and enters directly. She braces her hands on the countertop, biting her lip to keep from crying out too loudly, afraid the neighbors might hear. Lao Bi deliberately slows down, thrusting deep each time, using his hand to rub her clit, bringing her to climax before speeding up his thrusts, finally coming on the inside of her thigh.
Sometimes it's at night. Their son occasionally calls, and 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 is slowly grinding. After hanging up, she turns and slaps him, but then actively climbs on top, moving on her own.
They gradually became familiar with each other's bodies. Old Ji knew that the most sensitive spots for her were the left nipple and the area just above the clitoris; Xiao Bi knew that he liked her to take the initiative and lick his scrotum with her tongue, and also liked it when she deliberately clenched tightly during orgasm.
More than a month later, one afternoon, the rain started again. The two of them were in the bedroom, with the curtains drawn tightly shut. Xiaobi wore a thin spaghetti-strap nightdress and no underwear. Lao Ji pressed her onto the bed and started with kissing, kissing all the way down to her lower abdomen, then spreading her legs and carefully serving her with his tongue. She inserted both hands into his hair, her waist gently twisting, and her lustful fluids soaked a small patch of the bedsheet.
After she went once, he then thrust in. This time they did it especially slowly, as if savoring it carefully. Each thrust was deep and heavy, but not in a hurry to sprint. Xiao Bi wrapped her legs around his waist, her 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 in his movements, lowering his head to kiss her: 'Because you're my good daughter-in-law.'
When the climax arrived, he did not pull out. Xiao Bi actively tightened, letting him ejaculate everything deep inside. Afterward, she lay in his arms, her fingers lightly tracing the sweat on his chest, her voice somewhat hoarse: 'If... what if we really have a child?'
Old Ji fell silent for a moment, then hugged her tighter. 'We'll talk about it when the time comes. For now, as long as you're willing, I'll stay with you.'
The sound of rain outside the window pattered. In the room, only the two's calming breaths remained, 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 bodies. Once desire was ignited, it was no longer easy to extinguish. And in this remote farmhouse building, rainy nights witnessed again and again their ethical downfall and pleasure.
Days passed one by one. Their son occasionally mentioned on the phone that he might only return for the New Year, and the mother-in-law also increasingly stayed with relatives in the city. The times when the house was truly left with just the father-in-law and daughter-in-law became more and more frequent.
After those first few times, an indescribable understanding developed between the two. 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 quietly grow warm. Old Ji's gaze would linger for a few extra seconds when she bent over, falling on her skirt, taut from the movement, and the faint outline of her upper thighs. 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 a month later.
The weather was stifling hot that day. After washing clothes, Xiao Bi wore a loose tank top and shorts to hang them in the yard. Sweat slid down her collarbone, the tank top damp with sweat, faintly revealing the outline of her braless chest. Old Ji came back from the fields and saw this scene, almost dropping the hoe in his hand.
He walked into the courtyard and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "It's hot. Come in and rest for a while."
Xiao Bi looked back at him, her eyes carrying a hint of testing and a hint of expectation. She clipped the last piece of clothing and turned to walk into the room. Old Ji followed, closing the door behind him after entering.
Before reaching the living room, he embraced her from behind. His hands went directly into 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 a bit, letting him feel more fully.
“Father-in-law... during the day...” her voice was soft.
“What’s wrong with daytime?” Lao Ji lowered his head and kissed her earlobe, his fingers pinching her nipple and kneading it gently, “There are only the two of us at home.”
Xiao Bi's legs went weak from his touch, and she turned around to kiss him actively. They kissed their way to the bedroom, their clothes quickly stripped off. This time they weren't in a hurry to enter, but explored slowly like the first time. Old 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 in. She had never done this before, her movements were clumsy, and her teeth occasionally bumped him. But Old Ji 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 it already completely soaked.
“Good……” he praised her hoarsely.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Bi's face turned even redder, but she took him in her mouth more seriously. When he was nearing his limit, he pulled her up and had her straddle him. She aligned herself and slowly lowered down. When he was fully inside, both let out a sigh of satisfaction. 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 hands supporting her waist to help her move. Each thrust went deep, her inner walls tightly gripping him, her juices flowing down from where they joined, soaking both their pubic hair. Her climax came quickly; she suddenly tensed, her pussy contracting violently, releasing a gush of warmth. Old Ji gritted his teeth and held back, waiting for her to recover before flipping her over, pinning her beneath him, and thrusting hard until he also came deep inside.
Afterward, they lay side by side, with the cicadas chirping outside the window. Xiaobi turned onto her side, drew circles on his chest with her fingers, and suddenly said in a low voice, “If it keeps being like this... won’t it be too dangerous?”
Old Ji pulled her into his embrace: 'It's worth the risk. If you want to stop, just say the word anytime.'
She did not answer, just buried her face in the crook of his neck, her breathing gradually steadying.
After that, they seized almost every opportunity to be alone together.
Sometimes it was early morning. Xiao Bi got up to cook, Lao Ji followed into the kitchen, pressing against her from behind. Lifting the hem of her nightgown, entering directly. She braced her hands on the countertop, biting her lip to keep from crying out, but her body honestly pushed back. He deliberately slowed down, thrusting to the deepest each time, hand reaching around to rub her clitoris. After she climaxed, he sped up the thrusting, finally pulling out and ejaculating on her thigh.
Sometimes it was afternoon. The two of them on the sofa, the TV on but no one watching. Xiao Bi straddled his lap, undid her clothes herself, and brought her breasts to his mouth. He sucked while kneading her buttocks with his hand, and she ground against his already hard place through his pants. When the clothes were completely off, she would actively guide him and sit down, controlling the rhythm herself. This position let her control the depth and let him clearly see how his thing was being 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 particularly deep, and she would bury her face in the pillow, moaning loudly; 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, my 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 slowly entered her from behind. She tried hard to keep her voice normal, chatting with her son about family matters, but the thick, hard thing inside her was slowly grinding. After hanging up, she turned around and punched him, then kissed him again, pressing him down and sitting on top, moving fiercely.
“Scared me to death...” she complained while moving, though her voice carried an excited tremble.
Old Ji laughed 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 during the quiet of the 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 from behind. The sound of rain masked the impact of flesh against flesh, and also masked her suppressed moans. When he ejaculated, he didn't pull out, leaving it all inside. Afterwards, she leaned against the tree panting, rainwater mixed with sweat streaming down, but her eyes were frighteningly bright.
Over time, Xiao Bi's body underwent subtle changes. She became wet more easily and reached orgasm more easily too. Sometimes, just being hugged from behind by him and having her breasts fondled would quickly moisten her between the legs. Lao Ji was very satisfied with this and worked even harder to explore her. He learned to use his tongue to bring her to consecutive orgasms, learned to suddenly stop when she was close, teasing her desire before giving it to her fiercely.
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 embracing.
The days slowly slipped away in this secret joy. Occasionally, villagers would chat, saying that the daughter-in-law of the Lao Ji family had been looking particularly radiant lately, her skin even fairer. Old Ji would just smile upon hearing this, but in his heart, he knew 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 was still falling.
In this remote farmhouse, the story between the father-in-law and daughter-in-law continues.
Autumn arrived in the blink of an eye.
The rice in the village was beginning to turn yellow, and the air carried more of a dry, grassy scent. However, Xiao Bi's body was becoming more sensitive day by day. Sometimes, just when Old Ji passed behind her, his palm lightly brushing 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 so easily ignited.
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, said nothing, just pinned her against the stove and lifted the hem of her clothes. She didn't refuse, even actively parted her legs a little. He entered directly, and when he was fully inside, both of them let out a soft gasp.
The movement was very slow, as if afraid of disturbing the morning quiet. He reached an arm around to the front, unhurriedly rubbing her already hard nipples, while his other hand supported her waist. The water was boiling, steam rising from the kettle spout, but neither of them went to turn it off. Xiaobi braced both hands on the counter, gently pushing her butt back, matching his rhythm. Her climax came suddenly and silently; she buried her face in the crook of her arm, her body trembling slightly, her inner walls pulsing around him. Lao Ji gritted his teeth and thrust in and out dozens more times before pulling out and ejaculating at the base of her thigh.
Afterward he used a towel to help her wipe clean, and bent his head to kiss the back of her neck. Xiao Bi turned back to look at him, her eyes soft to an unbelievable degree, yet she said nothing.
Such mornings are becoming more and more frequent.
Sometimes it was dusk. She would be feeding the chickens in the yard, and he would come over from the pigpen. Seeing no one around, he would pull her into the woodshed. The woodshed was dimly lit, filled with hay and firewood. He would press her against the wall, undo his pants, lift one of her legs, and thrust in. She would bite his shoulder, afraid of crying out. The smell of hay mixed with the scent of desire, each thrust carrying a suppressed urgency. Before ejaculating, he would ask her if he should pull out; she would shake her head, clamping her legs around his waist. After shooting everything inside, she would lean against the wall panting, her eyes bright.
The night was even more their domain.
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 whispered softly: 'Father-in-law... have you ever thought about what if our son suddenly comes back?'
Old Ji's movements paused. He reached out to brush her sweat-dampened hair behind her ear: 'I have thought about it. But not now.'
She stared at him for a few seconds, then started moving again, more fiercely than before. They went at it for a long time that night, until she cried, not from pain, but because some indescribable emotion was being pushed to its deepest point.
The autumn rain began to fall again.
It had been raining for three consecutive days, turning the village roads muddy. The mother-in-law called, saying relatives in the city wanted her to stay a few more days, so they should take care of themselves. After hanging up, Xiao Bi looked out the window at the gray rain curtain, then suddenly turned and pushed Lao Ji down onto the sofa.
She straddled him, took off her own clothes, then lowered her head to take him in her mouth. This time she was no longer inexperienced; her tongue nimbly swirled around the tip, occasionally deep-throating him, the sensation of her throat contracting making his scalp tingle. Only when he was fully hard and swollen did she lift herself up, align, and slowly sit down. After swallowing him completely, she didn't move immediately, just clenched tight, feeling that thing throbbing inside her.
"Today... give it all to me." She looked down at him, a glimmer of water in her eyes.
Old Ji didn't speak, just gripped her waist and thrust upward. Their panting soon intertwined. The sound of rain was loud, masking the noise of their bodies colliding and her increasingly unrestrained moans. When climax came, her entire body went limp against his chest, her insides contracting violently, pulling him over the edge with her. Semen spurted deep inside in streams, and she was still trembling lightly.
Afterward, they held each other like that, and neither of them pulled out first. It was still raining, and the room held only each other's heartbeats.
Xiao Bi buried her face in the crook of his neck, her voice muffled: "I think... I might be a bit unable to leave."
Old Ji's hand slowly caressed her back, and after a long while, he softly replied:
“Then don’t leave.” The rain outside drizzled on, as if in this remote little building, there was a secret belonging to just the two of them that no outsider would ever hear.
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