The night before visiting my wife's parents, she showed a slightly positive attitude, but ultimately rejected me again. Having endured a long sexless marriage, I'd reached my breaking point. At her parents' home, I was warmly welcomed by both her father and mother—but especially by her mother, whose massive, overflowing breasts were impossible to ignore, so different from my wife's. Though she pretended reluctance, the fantasy of just slipping the tip inside her grew stronger. That night, her father invited me to drink, and I ended up carrying him home, drunk. Everyone else had already gone to sleep. After bringing her father to the bedroom, I found her mother lying naked on the bed. I gently touched her breasts—soft, plump, irresistible—and my arousal surged. Lifting her panties, I found her already wet. Unable to hold back, I touched her body, but then she murmured in her sleep. Panicked, I quickly pulled away.