Surrogate Mother Eriko Miura

My wife and I were troubled by something. Just then, I was surprised by a sudden visit from my mother-in-law. Then my wife appeared from the back with a slightly lonely look on her face. My wife had called her mother to ask for something. My wife revealed that she was infertile and asked her mother if she would consider being a surrogate mother. My mother-in-law was surprised and asked me if I was okay with it, and when I nodded, she thought for a moment and agreed for her daughter's sake. We checked my mother-in-law's physical condition and ovulation day, and finally the day came. I asked my mother-in-law if it was okay, she nodded quietly, and my wife left the room. Nervously, I caressed my mother-in-law, and though it was an awkward act, I released my seed inside her. After that, we continued making a child almost every day. A change in my mother-in-law occurred around the third time, I think—she did various things to please me, and a plaintive moan began to escape her lips. But the sense of duty or businesslike atmosphere regarding the act hadn't faded from my mother-in-law. So I made a suggestion to her: since we're at it, wouldn't it be easier to get pregnant if we enjoyed it? After that, we desired each other like lovers. My mother-in-law, as if her previous self was a lie, greedily sought me, and I released a large amount of seed into her. Several months later, my mother-in-law gave birth to a child, and my wife is happily holding it. Happy times pass by, but I couldn't forget my mother-in-law's body...