Mother-in-Law

On the day I came to propose, my mother-in-law came right out and demanded a 200,000 yuan bride price, then added: "If you want to marry our Xiaoxiao, you need a apartment in downtown Shanghai." I agreed on the surface, but that night lying in bed I couldn't sleep at all. My mind was full of my mother-in-law's well-maintained face and the way her chest stuck out straight when she spoke. Before I knew it I had fallen asleep. In the dream my mother-in-law, wearing a qipao, sat on my lap, undid her own buttons, and fed those heavy, huge 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 tightly, and she moaned and begged me to go deeper. Right at the peak of pleasure I suddenly woke up— the blanket was all sticky. Looking at the evidence of my wet dream, her panting seemed to still linger in my ears, and I knew clearly: from tonight on, this was no longer just about the bride price.