When Stepmother Literature  Becomes Reality

When the stepmother literature entered reality.

My husband and his stepmother were entangled in an ambiguous relationship, and I, as a daughter-in-law, became an annoying third party.

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"Honey, hurry up! We don't want Mom to come in again."

"Don't worry, I've already sent my parents away. Today, the house is ours!"

My husband brought out the props he had prepared in advance, and I changed into my sexiest lingerie.

We embraced, our faces close together.

We kissed passionately, and our clothes gradually came off.

"What are you doing?!"

A suddenly angry female voice made my heart skip a beat, and I almost screamed.

Looking toward the source of the voice, I saw my mother-in-law had somehow opened the bedroom door and was now standing there, frowning and looking at us with inexplicable anger.

I was so engrossed in kissing my husband that I didn't notice there was a person standing at the door, and I had no idea how long she had been peeping.

I was terrified and my back was covered in cold sweat.

My husband was also scared and quickly got off me, covering our bodies with a blanket, his face filled with astonishment and embarrassment.

"Mom? Weren't you supposed to go mountain climbing with Dad and come back home tomorrow? Why did you suddenly come back?"

When my husband said this, we were entangled together under the blanket, almost naked, and it was as passionate as it could be.

I blushed so hard that I wanted to explode, tightly clutching the quilt in front of my chest, wishing I could find a hole to hide in.

My mother-in-law didn't look good either. "I'm not feeling well, I'm not going."

She walked into the bedroom as if she hadn't seen what we were doing, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"I don't know what's wrong, but I've been short of breath all day. You're a doctor, can you help me take a look?"

My face turned from red to black.

My mother-in-law sat by the bed as steady as if she couldn't see.

I frozen, my hand tightly gripping my husband's waist, urging him to send his mother away quickly.

Didn't ask me why I didn't speak up and drive her away.

I was afraid that if I opened my mouth, it would be a string of vulgar words without any restraint.

"Mom... please leave quickly!" My husband groaned in pain, his veins bulging.

Now it was even worse.

My mother-in-law clung even tighter and grabbed my husband's shoulder, her face full of worry.

"Philip, what's wrong with you? Why is your face covered in sweat? Are you injured?"

Seeing her posture, she was about to lift the blanket.

I couldn't hold it anymore and pointed at the bedroom door, angrily saying, "Get out!"

My mother-in-law gave me a dissatisfied glance, with emotions that I couldn't understand in her eyes.

"Tsk! Why are you shouting? Can't you see that Philip and I are discussing important matters? You have no respect for your elders at all!"

I was even more angry now.

Those elders who casually disturbed the private time between me and my husband without considering the occasion, could be ...