"father-in-law" is a terrible story from life. "I sleep with my own father-in-law Lustful father-in-law part 1

Such a diversity in the sexual life of men who are older in a large peasant family, where two or three, or even more “cells of society” existed under one roof and ran a joint household, oddly enough, in the villages themselves in the 18th - 19th centuries, it was not particularly condemned. Perhaps because so many villagers lived this way, unable to separate from the family of their father, father-in-law or father-in-law.

The reason for this incest

Mother-in-laws who cohabited with their daughters-in-law (daughters-in-law for mothers-in-law) were called daughters-in-law. Such fornication was possible mainly in families where the families of parents and sons were forced to coexist in one hut (hut). Sometimes even the presence of a legitimate husband was not an obstacle to encroachments on his wife by the father-in-law. But most often such adultery was committed during the absence of the spouse.

At first, daughtership was practiced in families where sons were shaved into recruits. Military service in pre-revolutionary Russia was very long - from 1793 to 1874, recruits served for 25 years. Then this period was reduced to 7 years, only by 1906 it dropped to 3 years.

Then the main reason for the absence of young husbands and, accordingly, the reason for the encroachment on the honor of their wives left at home was the outhouse trade. Guys and young men went to work in cities and other villages for a long time, and in the meantime, “seniors in the house” had fun with their spouses.

In the Chernozem region, and in other regions of Russia, in the 19th century, fathers often married their sons as teenagers to 16-17-year-old girls, often specifically with an eye to their further sexual diversity. After the wedding, the young man soon, at the insistence of the head of the family, went to the outhouse, visiting his wife only a couple of times a year.

The Russian Orthodox Church considered such cohabitation to be incest (incest). In particular, according to the definition of the Russian Orthodox Church, daughter-in-law was one of the reasons for the dissolution of a church marriage.

Gave a handkerchief and shut his mouth

The daughter-in-law (daughter-in-law), being, in fact, in the shelter in the house of her husband's parents, was sometimes the most powerless and unfortunate member of the family. Her mother-in-law hated her, and her father-in-law "used it at his own discretion." Both could rot the young woman with the hardest peasant labor, entrusting the most menial work around the house.

Salvation did not come from anywhere - if the wife told her husband about the encroachments of her father-in-law, the husband most often beat the woman with a mortal battle. Volost courts refrained from considering complaints about daughter-in-law. Temporary shelter in the house of their parents also did not solve the problem - anyway, the father and mother soon sent the unfortunate daughter back (“what will people say”).

Forcing sexual intimacy on the part of the father-in-law was a simple matter - the master of the situation with the help of persuasion, gifts and promises not to burden him with housework and in the field most often achieved his goal. Moreover, the young woman, as a rule, still had nowhere to go. An ordinary scarf could act as a gift (in the villages, all married women were required to wear such hats all season) or some kind of trinket.

Daughterhood is widely reflected in Russian literature and in domestic cinematography - N. S. Leskov, in particular, wrote about him in the story “The Life of a Woman”, M. A. Sholokhov mentioned him in the novel “Quiet Flows the Don”. Accordingly, the special relationship between the daughter-in-law and the father-in-law is also shown in the film adaptation of these works.

Separation saved the situation

“The housing problem ruined them,” M. A. Bulgakov said about Muscovites on another occasion. With regard to the phenomenon of dreaming, the problem also largely depended on the traditions of close cohabitation of the patriarchal family, when several generations huddled under one roof.

As soon as this way of coexistence in Russia began to collapse after the 19th century, and in the countryside parents and married children began to live separately, the phenomenon of cohabitation of fathers-in-law and daughters-in-law gradually lost its relevance.

Marina arrived at the regional center at noon. She covered a hundred kilometers, moving away from the noisy metropolis where she was born and raised, met her betrothed and got married, and then, having lived in a happy marriage for two years, gave birth to a daughter. Marina, with an uncertain step, approached her husband's father's house. She came here alone, without her beloved husband: for a year now, he has been gone after a ridiculous and terrible accident that claimed the life of her closest person. Actually, the road here was always difficult for her, and now even more so ... But today the wake of her beloved Vanechka was scheduled, and she did not dare to refuse her husband's tough relatives, having attached her little daughter to her mother.

Going to the gate, Marina saw her husband's cousins ​​and their wives, some other strangers. They all looked more like villagers than city dwellers. The woman mentally chuckled, remembering how the grandmothers chatted on the benches near their houses, and with what reproach future relatives looked at her when Ivan brought her here for the bride. Oh, they were hard for her! On the very first day, Marina was given to understand that she was not their own, constantly pricking her vanity with their caustic remarks about her asymmetrical youth haircut, frivolous blouse made of semi-translucent fabric, extravagant fashionable trousers, and unsuitability for their usual way of life. It was always like this: every time, during their obligatory monthly trips, they made fun of the fragile resident of the big city, hiding their complexes. She realized this later, but at first she roared and clenched her fists in impotence to repulse the newly-made relatives. Then - childbirth; the child appeared at the age of seven months, and on this occasion she also had to endure verbal outpourings (now already father-in-law and mother-in-law) that they needed a boy, the heir to the family, and also physically strong ...

The husband tried to soften all these blows, but, to tell the truth, he did not always succeed in this convincingly. He differed too much from them in his gentleness, kindness, tenderness towards his beloved. Now there is no one to protect the young widow, Marina felt sorry for herself, approaching her relatives. On occasion, she put on a black, though tight-fitting, dress. And even in this strict attire, she looked wonderful. Marina was delicate in body, slender, rather thin. But her breasts were excellent - beautiful, standing, moderately full. With her wonderful figure, only slightly plump after childbirth, Marina delighted many men. Her leanness was now smoothed out, making the young woman look even sexier. And more than once she caught frankly interested glances from the opposite sex. But she remained faithful to her Vanechka, even when his parents opposed, it was marriage, and under a family pretext they took her son away for a couple of months out of sight of the "insidious seductress". Remembering all this, Marina sighed and entered the house.

Hello, our dear girl, - the father-in-law approached her, hugged her, kissed her three times. Then, embracing the daughter-in-law by the shoulders, he led him into the depths of the house, stroking the young woman's back a couple of times along the way.
- Woe is one thing, she does not go: here our mother is sick. He hasn't been getting up for almost two weeks now. You should have brought us medicines from the city, otherwise you’ve flown away, bird, and you don’t appear, ”the father-in-law continued in a surprisingly soft voice.
Marina was even taken aback by such a reception, and began to ask about the health of all relatives, at the same time finding out what they needed ...
- Well, come in, come in, into the far room, you can rest from the road. And we are now, now, - the father-in-law began to fuss, letting Marina go ahead. The widow felt the piercing gaze of her late husband's father on her back, and immediately saw Vanya's portrait in a black frame. Strange, but she noted how much, it turns out, her beloved husband looked like his father. In the heart of a young woman, the dagger of suffering again slashed from the irreparable loss of a loved one. The shadow of grief again fell on her beautiful face.
- Let's start a little later. Something else needs to be done, relatives are doing this, you saw them, - Marina heard. Strange, the father-in-law did not leave.
- Forgive me, daughter, was harsh with you not paternally. You can’t bring back the past, but you are not a stranger to us, remember this, ”the husband’s father continued. Marina heard such speeches here for the first time, and even in such a warm, affectionate and sincere voice. The father-in-law again came close to the woman, and, enclosing her in his arms, began to whisper, as if reciting spells, to say:
- You are timid, as if made of crystal. This is not the kind of wife we ​​saw for our boyfriend, our Vanechka. But he loved you! And now, you fool, I understand what it was for. You are our beauty! - continued the father-in-law.

Marina was silent, marveling at what was happening. She sat down on the bed, fiddling with her purse, not knowing how to return the money she had brought with her. She again looked in the direction of the portrait of her late husband, as if seeking his advice, and again the thought flashed through her mind about the strong resemblance of her son to his father. And he lulled her to sleep with his soft, not familiar to her, heartfelt voice. The father-in-law stroked Marina's head, and then gently touched her hair and began to slowly sort it out. Continuing this, he took his daughter-in-law's porcelain fingers into his huge palm, gently tugging at them and continuing to speak in a quiet, soothing voice. The widow looked up, and she was met with a fixed, inquisitive, penetrating gaze. The pupils of the father-in-law shone with a bright, some kind of primitive, animal fire. It was precisely these - heavy, full of wild desire, undressing - that Marina felt the views on herself when she went on business to the Caucasus. For some reason it stuck in her mind. She was afraid of Caucasian men, but then, in a mountainous region, she noted to herself with horror that she would have given herself to loving southerners with a sweet feeling of humility if they had a chance to catch her in some deserted corner. And in her erotic fantasies, she several times replayed the passionate scenario of her captivity by bloodthirsty and proud horsemen, unceremoniously tearing off her clothes and passionately taking possession of her. Sometimes Marina even dreamed that she fell into the hands of some brutal men who did not miss their quivering prey until they were fed up. And a strange thing: in a dream, a woman experienced some kind of indescribable languor, waking up in an icy sweat, and feeling sticky moisture flowing between her legs ...
Once she was watching some American movie, and suddenly she was inflamed by an episode in which a European woman traveling through the desert is left alone and ends up with the Bedouins. And these Bedouins did not disregard the charms of their trophy, giving her what a lady would never get if she were left alone with gentlemen from civilized society. Marina turned this plot over and over in her head many times, fearing the unbridledness of her desires, and straining all her will so as not to betray her passion. Yes, she was a temperamental woman, fettered by decency and her own oath of allegiance to her husband, who loved and caressed her tremulously and tenderly, although he possessed a good masculine strength that delighted an inexperienced fragile woman.
All these thoughts swept through Marina's head as she turned back to reality. The father-in-law continued to coo over the ear of the meek daughter-in-law, bewitching her with a honeyed, unhurried conversation. The husband's father was already stroking Marina's sides, not forgetting to walk over her tummy and even fleetingly slide over the attractive roundness of the young widow. It was hard to believe that these caressing, gentle, enveloping with erotic warmth, hands belonged to the person whom she was terrified of. She didn’t have the guts to force herself to contradict her father-in-law, but she didn’t have the right to let her go so far ...

Marina made an attempt to free herself from the arms of her father-in-law, but it was not there: a large strong body pressed against her more and more. His hand slid up her back, right in line with her spine. The woman shuddered, and her father-in-law must have noticed this slight movement, because he studied her. Now one hand stroked her back, the other supported her lower back, covered with the mourning fabric of the dress. Marina felt his hand pressed against her sacrum, forcing her to move even closer. The old man's heart was beating like a sprinter's, and the widow was surprised to note that her own heart was beating almost in unison with his. Suddenly, her father-in-law gently ran the pad of his thumb over the nipple - very gently, and therefore even more sensitive to her. He reacted treacherously, revealing himself through a thin black dress.

It's hard for you, I suppose ... You're a woman in the very juice. I want some woman's joy, the body asks for it. A year already without a husband, I suffered ... - the father-in-law whispered, closely following the slightest reaction of the young woman.

The man said incredibly shameful things, unceremoniously invaded the intimate life of his daughter-in-law, but for some reason, it was from these words that the woman began to listen to the speech of the dissolute father-in-law, burning her mind. And he seemed to be looking into the water! And he voiced everything accurately and without hesitation, exposing the whole essence of the experiences of a temperamental young woman. Her father-in-law entwined her with his increasingly bold strokes and shameless speeches, like a spider his victim.
******
Marina's memory rewound the tape of memories for a year, six months and a week ago. What to remember! After the death of her husband, the first months she lived in a fog. She was scared and empty in the apartment, which still smelled of family happiness. Having been widowed, Marina did not want to return to her parents - however, it was not possible to live with them in the same room, and even in a little daughter. Sometimes it seemed to a woman that she was about to wake up, the nightmare would end, and Ivan would caress her again. Then it passed. Every day a cold bed awaited her, which her beloved man would never warm with his warmth. And on one of the lonely nights, Marina acutely felt that she could no longer remain without a partner. She found herself unable to stifle her desire, which she kept inside herself so skillfully that she had a reputation for being a cold, work-only woman. The thirst for male caresses grew, and it was unbearable and terrible for Marina.

She tried to despise herself, but her patience was melting like ice cream in the summer sun. Ivan awakened her sensuality, which raged in her like an inexhaustible spring. And he passed away. Marina again began to receive night visions with muscular, and even not very neat men, who undressed her, held her breasts and hips, felt her most hidden corners, and invaded, invaded, invaded their flesh, delivering even in a dream an incomprehensible pleasure in strength . The most striking - and invariably constant - element of these dreams was the unstoppable, like a flood, the ejaculation of these wild males. The woman almost felt a warm protein mass on her breasts, which covered the woman's body in generous drops, leaving wet paths and cream puddles wherever you can imagine. And Marina woke up from a clear sensation of delight, at the peak of pleasure, surprised to feel pleasant spasms in the vagina flowing juice. Sometimes she began to think about another man, then drove these thoughts away, afraid of thoughts that were forbidden for a decent widow. After about seven months, she felt a craving for wine in order to forget herself from her gloomy thoughts. But I quickly realized that the female brain from alcohol immediately switches to the sexual sphere. And even more tormented by the absence of a man.

Of course, Marina was engaged in self-satisfaction. She tried the shower option, but it didn't work. The woman caressed and stimulated herself in every way; and even went further than finger manipulation. But she quickly realized that in order to get full pleasure, she lacks real sexual intercourse. It was not enough for her to have mechanical irritation of the genitals, but she needed someone to caress her breasts, squeeze her hips. She keenly desired to touch the body of a partner who gave her tenderness and love.

And inconsolable, full of strength and innermost desires, the widow decided, starting the search for a man who reminded her of Ivan. But no one lived up to her expectations: they sought to satisfy their lust as soon as possible, without thinking about the pleasure of their partner. She greedily caught rare pleasant sensations, only vaguely reminiscent of sex with Ivan. Even in the shameless dreams that visited her, Marinino's vagina watered with the juices of desire much more actively than during contacts with rare lovers. Yes, and there were only three of them - all sent to their organization for a maximum of a week. The team was exclusively female, and Marina never happened to be in companies: she was in a hurry to go home to her child. Some more time passed, filled with suffering, and Marina once realized that she could no longer find a man who would suit her. There is no chance, she said to herself, and with these thoughts she went to the wake at the father's house of her Vanechka ...
******
Longing and dissatisfaction, and even shyness in front of her father-in-law, who was always harsh towards her, prevented Marina from showing at least some resistance to her father-in-law who unexpectedly approached her. And the manipulations of the elderly man became more and more animated. He stroked her fine, longing for caresses body more and more insistently. It became more and more pliable, obeying the unspoken commands of the seducer. He kept whispering something to his daughter-in-law, drenching her reddened ear with the hot breath of an excited male. Her breasts were getting tighter in her bra, her nipples were inflamed, and a hot pulsation was born between her legs, responding with a frantic beating throughout the woman's body.

And you lie down, lie down on the bed, my sweet! - the father-in-law with his body forced Marina to take a supine position. And at the last words, no longer afraid of the righteous anger and rebuff of the young widow, he launched his hand right between the woman's thighs. Men's fingers traveled over the delicate fabric of women's panties, stopping at the point of a woman's nature, moistened under thin silk. Just a moment, but it was enough for Marina to realize - she flowed. And her father-in-law just found out.

Oh, you little fish, swam! - the father-in-law was delighted with his discovery. He wanted to sing from the close happiness of owning this well-groomed metropolitan thing. The victory over a young woman, smelling pleasantly of perfume, dressed in an elegant dress, still hiding a tender and so alluring young body, was easier than he imagined. The father-in-law always, in the depths of his soul, considered Marina a gift of fate for his son, envied him, ardently desired her. And, realizing the unfulfillment of his dream, he humiliated and made fun of his unrequited pretty daughter-in-law in every possible way.
Uncle Stepan, as he was called in the district, adored the sweet life, and achieved considerable success in conquering the local young women, simultaneously gaining a reputation among the inconsolable wives who lacked warmth from heavily drinking men, the local Casanova. But now to seize a sophisticated beauty from a big city, and even fit for his daughter ... This elderly male could not even imagine such a thing!

During the visits of the young, he had the opportunity to watch tiny erotic performances several times: then the daughter-in-law's skirt would open in the breeze and demonstrate the lace of the stockings; then when a modest woman leans in, her beautiful breasts sway in the cut of her blouse, as if asking to be gently rubbed. Stepan looked at her swollen, beautiful lips, and imagined how she took a male member with them. He looked down at his hips - and almost clearly felt how they were pushing towards Ivan's loins.

But the most unforgettable sight was when the father-in-law had a chance to become a happy contemplator of the almost completely naked Marina. She washed in the yard, believing that she was left alone. It was early in the morning, there could not be anyone at the washstand: Vanya's parents had to leave for the gardens, and her husband went to fish at dawn. But Marina did not know that Stepan returned for the forgotten statement, and was unexpectedly rewarded with a bright spectacle. The daughter-in-law stood bent over the washstand in a very piquant pose. The young woman remained only in a translucent bikini, carelessly showing all her charms to an involuntary witness. In the rays of the morning dawn, half-naked Marina looked like the goddess Aurora. She could not but captivate with her femininity, graceful movements. Stepan was fascinated, and could hardly restrain himself from jumping out of his hiding place and tearing apart the appetizing daughter-in-law, throwing out all the accumulated seed supply into her. Since then, he has become even tougher and more unfriendly towards Marina.
*****
And now the father-in-law was enjoying the omen of good luck. Being an experienced lover, he understood that the bird was already in a snare, but could still fly away. So he decided not to stop his pressure. Stepan's hot mouth was already caressing Marina's neck, his tongue was teasing her earlobe. The woman tensed, still trying to control herself so as not to betray her growing arousal. Meanwhile, her crotch was moistened more and more, and it was more and more difficult to resist the surging desire. She had not had a man for a long time, moreover, just today she began to ovulate, flashed through the woman's head. His father-in-law was already moving with might and main along the inner side of the woman's satin thighs, not forgetting to stroke Marina's proud, hot breasts, with his palms red-hot with lust. The widow began to emit soft, helpless groans. Stepan immediately covered her mouth with his hand.

Wow, you are hot! Be calm, now you will feel better, - the father-in-law began to quickly unbutton the daughter-in-law's dress, deftly freeing the absolutely unresisting body of the partner from the clothes.
- Let's release your sweet breasts into the wild ... Such balls are languishing! Wait, I'll take them, - assessing the beauty, Stepan squeezed his chest and began to pinch the nipple. It was strange, but Marina was pleased, and, closing her eyes in pleasure, she continued to make sweet moans, drowning them out with a pillow.

Having freed his daughter-in-law from almost all of her clothes, Stepan rejoiced. He saw before him the desired young woman - her high full breasts; nipples standing like soldiers; a flat and smooth belly above a tiny triangle of panties, as black and translucent as the discarded bra. The wet fabric of the panties only slightly covered the light, sticky growth of pubic hair. Stepan began to intensively stroke Marina's lower abdomen. When his palm clenched imperiously at her most sensitive spot, she spread her legs herself, experiencing a sweet languor.

The woman looked at Vanya's photograph with bleary eyes. The smiling dead husband seemed to encourage her in this madness. And the young widow finally surrendered to the mercy of her sudden suitor, who reminded her of the much aged Vanechka. The man was rubbing her crotch, kissing every inch of her gorgeous female body. Finally, he dug his mouth into the daughter-in-law's vagina, which clearly begged for attention. Marina felt stuffy, her breath hitched. She was incredibly pleased, and very quickly, unexpectedly for herself, splashed thick sweet nectar in Stepan's face.

Marina was already beside herself with the bliss that enveloped her. Now she gently hugged the disheveled head of her elderly father-in-law, moaning gratefully in time with the movements of his tireless tongue. The tongue danced around the clitoris, and the male fingers squeezed the buttocks, stroked the thighs, spread the shameful lips wider and, in the end, entered the vagina. Juice began to overwhelm Marina's anus, and a ring finger easily slipped into it. The woman fell into a frenzy when three male fingers entered at once inside her, separated by a thin partition. The effect was amazing. Marina took it as sharply as if her clitoris were irritated. Now two sensitive points were excited at once.

And no one had done anything like this before! Shouting and shuddering at every touch of her tongue and every back and forth motion of her hand, the young widow arched her back. Stepan was playing non-stop, and Marina already knew for sure that in a moment she would soar into the heavens of pleasure. Suddenly, Stepan stuck his fingers all the way into her and licked the most sensitive point of the clitoris. The orgasm was short, but piercing. The woman was thrilled by the bliss spreading through her body. The man removed his fingers from her, she relaxed and ... felt the pressure of the massive penis head on her shameful lips.

And here is my box! Now we will make you happy! - Sliding over the clitoris, the member entered the vagina, generously irrigated with sexual secrets. The hands of the father-in-law squeezed the female buttocks, the penis made its way into Marina even deeper, her scrotum danced between her wet thighs, and the head began to peck at the cervix.

God, how good she got! Perhaps she had such a feeling because she had not had sex for a long time, but it is possible that the reason for this was the size of Stepan's penis. Marina plunged into the ocean of voluptuousness, floating on its waves, and approaching the island of heavenly pleasure. The man continued to plunge his sword into the wet scabbard of the woman thrashing beneath him, at the same time covering her hot body with kisses. His hands managed to caress her hair, face and breasts, his tongue wandered wherever possible, paying special attention to the partner's ear, bringing her into quivering delight with his sophisticated caresses. She writhed under him, completely forgetting everything, and from her throat came animal moans and cries, prudently muffled by a fairly bitten pillow. Suddenly Marina clung to the back of her elderly male, who continued to attack her uterus, and through her tears she asked:
- Please, be kind, tell me that you need me! Do me good!

And the father-in-law did! As in a hot delirium, he whispered to her the most tender words,
he said that he needed only her, that he loved only her alone, that he was crazy about her unearthly beauty. With each new push, the act of the father-in-law with the young widow approached the moment of maximum rapture. And then Marina was doused with a cold tub: now she has the most dangerous days, she so frivolously forgot about everything, they are not protected ... What a horror!
The woman tried to give back her ass, a second before taking off towards intoxicating pleasure, and tried to free herself from her father-in-law's hard member working like a piston.
- No need, ask for whatever you want, but not this! Take me how you like, but not into me! Please, please, not into me... - Marina begged her partner, who was accelerating her pace. He stubbornly continued, anticipating the imminent end. Member increasingly sensitive "kissed" daughter-in-law's uterus.
- Swallow, now ... You are mine now ... Like this! Stepan wheezed.

"Like this, like this, like this," he repeated like an echo, pouring his sperm portion after portion into Marina. And indeed, a stormy stream of father-in-law's seed rushed into her vagina. It irrigated the channel carefully caressed by a considerable male member, and at that moment Marina felt that her time had come. She began to violently finish, ceasing to think about everything in the world, except for the surging bliss over her. It was so sharp and long that even the brightest moments with Vanya seemed like little consolation to her ...
Marina looked at her elderly lover with the peaceful gaze of a fertilized woman. She instinctively realized that the male juice, having merged with her nectar of passion, had already begun its work, eternal as the world. The young widow embraced Stepan, who smelled spicy of sweat, and, placing her snow-white thigh on his wet swarthy belly, whispered:
- What have we done to you?
Her forced abstinence was rewarded with the most intense orgasm of her life. Grateful Marina, who felt a surge of tenderness for her stern master, began to shower the male body with kisses, and shuddered in surprise when she heard:
- I need an heir, Marina!
*****
And nine months later she had a boy. While she was carrying a child, an elderly man came to her in a big city, giving occasions for the gossip of curious neighbors. The child was named Vanya, and after the christening, which fell on the third month after the death of Stepan's wife, Marina unexpectedly left for permanent residence in a small town. True, in a different area. She has been living there for the third year with two children and an elderly, caring husband.
He is so caring that Marina is already carrying another child under her heart...

This true story (according to an eyewitness) happened in the 76th year with a young girl.
Larisa (that was her name) was a very nice, kind, sympathetic little man. She was left an orphan very early; She lost her mother at the age of 6 and never saw her father. Mother said that dad lived very far away, in another country and could not come. He wants to earn a lot of money to buy her many, many gifts.
She even came up with a name for him.
After the sudden death of her mother, the girl was left in the care of her aunt and her husband.
After graduating from school, Larisa entered the medical school. school and left her native village for the city. Got a room in a hostel.
I studied well. She behaved quietly and modestly, which was different from the rest of all her girlfriends and how she attracted the attention of one beautiful, elegant brunette at the disco (dance).
We met, struck up a friendship, and then love ...
In short, it got to the point that he asked her to marry him, she promised to 'think about it'.
Happy, inspired, she came to her room, lay down on the bed without undressing and began to ‘think’.
It was in the evening. And suddenly she heard some rustle. I got up and saw how the door opens and a roommate comes in and hides her face. “Hello,” Larissa greeted. But there was no answer.
‘Gal, what are you…’ – I looked, but she wasn’t there, there was no one around… And suddenly some unfamiliar female voice breaks the silence: “Father-in-law, father-in-law, father-in-law…”
I turned around at the sound and at the window, incl. outside the window a luminous image of a mother ...
She woke up in the hospital.
She lay there for several days, she was discharged. M.Ch. immediately took her home.
The guy introduced her to his grandfather, a handsome, stately elderly man, with whom he lived on the same territory.
We sat down at the table and talked over a cup of tea. And then Larisa noticed that her grandfather was looking very intently and strangely ...
Suddenly, very quietly and ingratiatingly, he asked her mother's name.
Larisa told everything about herself.
The old man's face distorted, his voice trembled, he jumped up and began to nervously pace the room back and forth..
Suddenly he stopped abruptly and shouted: “Get out, get out ..” The dumbfounded girl with tears in her eyes ran out into the street, caught a taxi, arrived at the hostel, gathered her things and arrived in the village.
I told my aunt about everything.
Here the aunt opened her eyes to everything. She told a terrible secret.
Grandfather was her own father.
Her mother married his son, who had a boy. Once, when her husband went on a business trip, her father-in-law seduced her and she succumbed to temptation.
The mother immediately became pregnant, but could not kill the unborn baby.

Yanka sighed sadly, ran her hands along the hem of her shirt, straightened her coat once more and went along the familiar winding path through the field, a spacious birch grove, overgrown with nettles and raspberry ravines, at the bottom of which the Ignat-spring beat and, without stopping, the stream purred. The more she moved away from the court, the faster her step became; she almost ran out into a clearing warmed by the sun and covered with thick grasses.

How many times had she secretly seen her dear friend here, in the clearing, now in the rickety forest cage, where cobwebs hung in the corners, there was a smell of overripe leaves, and a lost bumblebee buzzed under the roof; how many kind words had been said to her, they had mercy on the heart like a husband and wife, but all this was not enough for Yanka. She did not want fleeting dates, when, in addition to joy, you feel anxiety, longing and shame that you will then need to lie to your husband and involuntarily endure his rough caresses.

After all, consolation all his life bypassed Yanka, but fat sorrows, many sorrows and hard work annoyed him. As a child, she was surrounded by numerous brothers and sisters, a mother who was hunched over from overwork early, and a preoccupied and rude father. Then a famine came, from which cities and villages completely died out - the Yankee family was not saved either. The mother died first, then the brothers, and the younger sister crawled into the field - she was no longer able to walk, she collected soft rye grains in her fist, but she did not have time to bring it to her mouth, she fell asleep forever.

The hare appeared suddenly - smooth and ruddy, always smiling and seeming sedate and kind. After a half-starved dwelling, reproaches and beatings from his stepmother, after exhausting everyday life, he seemed desirable. Father, frowning, punished: “Get married, Yanka! You won’t get lost for the Hare.”

A new life flowed, at first saturated with fresh impressions and pleasing with relative prosperity, then oppressing with a dense way of life, in which bright feelings were commanded and dominated by a stingy, lustful father-in-law. The father-in-law was the first to harass Yanka: he stuck every day, whispering: “Submit to me! Do you want cloth or honey-covered nuts?” Yanka resisted, he blamed her in the eyes that she was taken from a thin family, that she was lazy, slovenly, not thrifty, and mockingly mocked her son: “You are crazy, Hare! He took a beggar as his wife. We will have one ruin from her. Yes, and a ridiculous: fidgety and bony. The hare sniffed displeasedly, hid his eyes, and at night he beat Yanka with his plump fists. He was already bearded, but he did not dare to say a word without some reason, and as soon as his father left the yard, he flopped down on the bench and hit his snore.

Yanka noticed her dear friend from a distance. His name was Miroslav. Although her heart was urging her on, she stopped, straightened her shirt, took off her bow, mischievously shook her thick curly hair scattered over her shoulders and back ...

They lay in a hole made in a haystack. He dozed on his back, Yanka lay beside him, leaning on the ground and resting her head on her hand, she looked at Miroslav's serene, clean face; with the other hand she stroked his high forehead and silky blond hair. When an extraneous sound was heard, she shuddered and froze. Miroslav, slightly opening his sleepy eyes, reassured:

- Do not be afraid, if this is a third-party person, the guys will say.

Yanka did not see Miroslav's guys, did not know how many of them and where they were hiding, but the young man's words reassured her.

If Yanka had been reminded that her love was short-lived (only since the spring they had been merciful), then she would not immediately believe and even be indignant. The bright Miroslav filled her soul so tightly that life before him seemed to her compressed into a squeezing hoop. She sometimes remembered: “How could I live without Miroslav?”

The fact that Miroslav, the son of the boyar Sparrow, is rich and glorious, handsome, understands literacy and is not afraid of anyone, comforted her pride. But most of all he was dear to her because he seemed to be a faithful guide to that free life into which she aspired and the crumbs of which she secretly ate at his will.

- Miroslav! - Yanka called and gently ran her hand over the young man's cheek. - Miroslav! she repeated louder.

Miroslav got up, shook his head, driving away sleep, rubbed his eyes and yawned sweetly.

- I was exhausted completely, I was completely asleep. Don't get mad at me, he pleaded.

Well done lay on his back, hugged Yanka. Yanka pulled away and looked at Miroslav reproachfully.

- Everyone would have mercy on you! - she reproached and said sadly: - Soon the end will come to our amusement sites: autumn is in the yard. It will be commanded by bad weather to see each other in the clearing.

“We’ll see each other in the cage,” Miroslav said casually.

- I'm afraid that our father-in-law or husband will find out about our love, and then goodbye, good fellow!

- Do not kill in vain! The father is angry with your volode Vasilko and wants to take away from him the land and water at Ignat-Key.

Yanka thought that all her troubles were due to the fault of Vasilko. She had not seen him, but had heard of him many times. He appeared to her as a shaking old man with long, bony arms, sitting on a high hill and blaspheming, beating people, plotting dashing deeds.

- Will your father Vasilka master it?

- Let's throw saddles!

Yanka nodded her head contentedly and, biting her lower lip, thought. Miroslav approached her and whispered in her ear:

- Then I will beg your father to take you to Vorobyevo. How to do it, he dares. Together we will...

- Oh, Miroslav! All the same, we will not be happy. You have a young wife! she exclaimed sharply.

Yanka usually uttered such speeches when her love intoxication faded and her own dual state of wife and concubine began to weigh more and more. But I didn't know how to change it. She hoped for Miroslava and at the same time was careful not to seem capricious and too intrusive to him. Maybe that's why she put off an important conversation with him. And now she decided that it was no longer worthwhile to torment her dear friend. There will still be many, many dates ahead, and Miroslav will certainly, without her many and boring proddings, make sure that they live together.

- Do you remember, Miroslav, how you accidentally ran into us? He asked everyone on whose land the yard stood and how many miles to Moscow, he asked for it to spend the night, promised considerable kun for the stay.

- It hurt me uncomfortably when I found out that I had hunted a boar in a foreign land. I wanted to turn back home, but my uncle dissuaded me, - Miroslav admitted.

“I didn’t like your uncle then. Everyone walks around the yard, looks out, points.

“And you fell in love with me right away. I look: the beauty of the beloved is grieving in the deaf wasteland. I ordered Nechai to bring us together.

Do you give him a lot of silver? Janka frowned.

- What is silver to me - ashes, decay! - Miroslav said arrogantly and hugged Janka ... Soon they parted. Yanka longed for a new meeting. But Miroslav did not appear.

Autumn squelching bad weather was replaced by snow, ice and cold. Yanka decided on a desperate step: she was going to Vorobyevo. She no longer cared what her husband would say or what people would think.

One day Nechay gave a long-awaited call. Yanka dropped her business and began to dress. "I need it!" - rudely and sharply answered the astonished Hare.

An empty and cold cage was waiting for her, near which there were no human traces. Yanka circled aimlessly through the woods until her husband found her. The Hare tried to beat her, but Yanka, flashing her eyes, threatened with a knife.

Footsteps were heard outside the kitchen door. The chamber door slammed shut with a bang. Someone walked along the cage, stepping firmly. “Brought him…” Yanka thought irritably, referring to Cornflower. She could already identify by footsteps all the inhabitants of the compound. Purgas walked lightly and briskly; Aglaya - as if sneaking, often fading; Pavsha's step was unhurried, heavy.

It is necessary to get to work: to heat the stove, to carry water, to cook the brush. “There will be no Purgas today,” Yanka was sad. Kholop was sent for something for distant repairs, and they were waiting for him only tomorrow. Therefore, Janka had to do what Purgas usually did: feed the master, clean his upper room and make his bed. She was afraid. Previously, she was very rarely in Vasilko's room, and even then only in his absence. It seemed to Yanka that Purgas deliberately made Vasilko see her less often. She didn't resist.

Yanka treated Vasilko with a mixed feeling of alertness, hostility and curiosity. He was the master not only of her fate, but also of her life, therefore he was unpleasant, therefore he involuntarily aroused fear in her. But Janka caught in him a yearning, rushing force and unconsciously wanted to know more about him.

Sometimes she noticed Vasilko's gaze on herself and was embarrassed, mentally praying to the Lord that he would get married as soon as possible. However, Yanka was annoyed when Vasilko, passing by, pretended not to notice her. As if instead of her, so young and pretty, there was a nondescript and utterly hateful person, whom it was a burden to him to see.

Chapter 11

If Yanka was upset by the sudden and prolonged absence of Purgas, then Vasilko was in that impatient state when all worries and thoughts fade before waiting for a long-awaited meeting with a nice person. For the first time he stayed overnight in a mansion one on one with a slave.

“Misha and I have been married for about three years. After the wedding, we rented an apartment, but my husband lost his job, and we had to move in with my mother. At first, the relationship between son-in-law and mother-in-law developed well. And then off we go. Misha constantly found fault with his mother and made scandals. He didn’t like how she cooked borscht, then how she wiped the dust. In a word, he was not satisfied with everything that my mother does. Living together was simply unbearable. But in order to rent a separate apartment again, there was no question: there was a catastrophic lack of money. Then we decided to stay with my husband's parents for a while. That's where it all happened...

He stroked my butt

Mishka was looking for a job every day. He came home only in the evening. His mother worked several hours a day as a cleaner in a grocery store, and spent the rest of the time in the garden. The father-in-law sat on a well-deserved rest and lay on the couch all day, staring at the TV. In general, most of the time we were alone in the apartment. At first, my second dad just threw lustful looks at me. I was terribly embarrassed and averted my eyes. When he realized that shooting with his eyes did not work, he decided to seduce me in a different way. I was peeling potatoes in the kitchen, he came up behind me and began to stroke my ass. I jumped away from him, shamed him and demanded an explanation. But the father-in-law only smiled and climbed to kiss. I dropped the knife, ran out of the kitchen and locked myself in the closet. I was disgusted, but it was all exciting at the same time. I decided not to tell my husband. Why ruin a relationship?

It's impossible to get away...

The next time, my father-in-law asked me to make coffee and bring it to his room. When I went in to see him, I dropped my cup from what I saw: daddy was watching porn! What the hell was happening on the screen. He gave me a languid look and offered to do ... the same. I said no, but... I decided to watch the movie for a bit too. And again I felt both self-loathing and insane excitement at the same time! Then the father-in-law went to the bathroom and asked to rub his back. I didn't answer, but a few minutes later I went after him. Seeing a naked man, I was very embarrassed and wanted to leave. But when she looked at his manhood (which was just huge!), She herself attacked her husband's father! What happened in the bathroom was simply indescribable. I have never experienced such an orgasm. I love my husband very much, and in bed with him, in principle, I’m not bad, but ... His father made me feel like a real woman. I can’t stop intimate relations with this man - such a thrill! What will happen to my marriage?