It happened around the beginning of last year.
Until this event, I thought incest was just a name and something impossible.
When I think about it, even though he is my son-in-law, to me, he is a handsome man, and from his perspective, I am still a woman, even if I am older.
At the beginning of this year, my daughter gave birth and was hospitalized.
Since the hospital is close to my daughter's house, I stayed at their apartment.
For about a week, I took time off work, and my son-in-law went to work during the day and came to the hospital just before visiting hours ended at night.
On Friday night, since he had the next day off, we went to a pub near the apartment after visiting the hospital.
We both like to drink and drank quite a bit, but we were both quite drunk due to the fatigue from the hustle and bustle of my daughter's childbirth.
We left the pub just before closing and returned to the apartment, but continued drinking after we got back.
I am 45 years old, and he is a 28-year-old handsome man.
From his perspective, I must really seem like an older woman.
I'm not overweight, and I pay attention to fashion, so I am seen as younger than my peers.
Embarrassingly, I often get hit on, but even if I am seen as younger, there is no way a 45-year-old woman can be seen as in her twenties, and I am truly in the realm of older women.
My husband and I have been living separately within the house, and we are now completely separated. I think the last time we had sex was five years ago.
While drinking with him, the conversation somehow turned to sexual topics.
I haven't done it in five years.
My husband and I were compatible physically, but not personality-wise.
My past experiences.
And my desires...
I haven't completely forgotten the taste of sex, rather, I can't forget it, and if possible, I want a partner with whom I can have that kind of relationship again.
He was good at making me talk, and I continued talking under the influence of alcohol as if I was trapped.
He told me that although I am older, I still have the charm of a woman.
If it were a different encounter, he would want to have that kind of relationship, he said, as a compliment or consolation.
He added that because I am his wife's mother, he can't make a move, but if I were to invite or attack him, he would do it.
At that moment, I felt myself getting wet.
I felt something hot boiling up from deep inside my body for the first time in years.
The sensation of blood rushing to my head and my legs feeling weak.
Being indirectly invited by a 28-year-old young man, but having to make the first move myself to make it happen, and the fact that he is my daughter's husband.
At 45, my mind was spinning with lewd thoughts, and I couldn't stay sane.
I stood up to go to the bathroom and became even more excited when I saw my underwear.
Because my underwear was wet and sticky as if I had wet myself, and even when I sat on the toilet with my underwear hooked under my knees, I could smell the lewd scent of a woman.
After returning to the room, we continued drinking, but it was time to sleep, so I suggested he take a bath first, laid out the futon, and tried to calm my excitement by lying down, but I must have dozed off.
When I came to, his face was in front of mine, and he asked, "Are you okay?"
At that moment, my feelings, or rather, my body's excitement exploded, and I hugged him.
I hugged him tightly from below, and when our bodies overlapped, I felt a man's body for the first time in a long time and let out a sigh.
He hugged me tightly and inserted his knee between my thighs.
When his knee touched my private area, a sweet numbness ran through my body from around my clitoris, and I let out a moan close to a scream, squeezing his leg with my thighs and rubbing against him.
"Mmm... no... ahh, it feels... good... ahh... my private area is hot! It's so hot!"
He roughly pulled up my clothes, grabbed my chest, and kissed me passionately.
"Ah, no, I can't! I'm going to come, I'm going to come, ah, ah, ah... I'm coming... I can't take it anymore... I'm coming!!"
It was a short time, maybe about a minute, but I came on his knee.
Still unsatisfied, I let him do as he pleased.
I realized I hadn't taken a bath when he was about to lick my private area, and I refused, saying, "I haven't washed," but he forcibly spread my legs and sniffed me deeply before licking.
(No, don't, I haven't washed yet. It's embarrassing...)
He verbally attacked me, saying things like, "You smell ripe... Are you embarrassed?" and I, despite my age, let out cute sounds like "No," while he licked my private area.
"Ah, ah, no! I'm going to come again! Ah, ah, I'm coming! I'm coming~ ah~!"
I easily experienced a second climax.
After that, I was made to try various positions, climaxing once from behind and once on top, a total of four times.
It was truly intense, and I spent the night indulging in desire, and the next day, when the alcohol wore off, I was so embarrassed that I acted distant and hurriedly returned to my own home that day.
Since then, I haven't talked to him about it.
Even when we meet, we are never alone, and I regret having indulged in desire.
Later, a package of computer parts I didn't remember ordering arrived, and inside was a large vibrator.
I'm sure he sent it.
Embarrassingly, I indulge in masturbation every night, inserting the vibrator while remembering that day.
But this ripe body can't be satisfied with masturbation alone.
I have a feeling I will want him again...
Yes, he sent the vibrator knowing I couldn't be satisfied with masturbation...
