Mother-in-Law

On the day I came to propose, my mother-in-law came right out and demanded a 200,000 bride price, then added: "If you want to marry our Xiaoxiao, you need a place in downtown Shanghai." I agreed on the surface, but that night lying in bed I couldn't sleep at all. My head was full of my mother-in-law's well-maintained face and the way her chest stuck out straight when she spoke. Without realizing it, I fell asleep. In the dream, my mother-in-law sat on my lap in a qipao, undoing her own buttons and feeding those heavy, massive breasts into my mouth. As she twisted her hips and sat down, she said in that seductive yet cold voice: "Want to marry Xiaoxiao? First take good care of your mother-in-law..." In the dream I pinned her down and pounded her hard; her mature, tight body gripped me so firmly, and she moaned and begged me to go deeper. Right at the peak, I suddenly woke up—the blanket was a sticky mess. Looking at what I'd just done in my sleep, her panting seemed to linger in my ears, and I knew clearly: starting tonight, this was no longer just about the bride price.