The sadomasochistic love affair between a close friend from Jiangnan and her father-in-law: The father-in-law who sucks breasts

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I started playing DNF (Dungeon Fighter Online) 13 years ago.
I often teamed up with a female mage in my guild, and we eventually became partners. We frequently played together, and now she's a young married woman with a daughter who's about 3 years old. She often stayed up late with me. Back then, I'd tease her a bit when I was bored, and she agreed to be my girlfriend in the game. Over time, we started talking about deeper topics, like family and husbands. She works in the water conservancy department. She was young when she first joined, having only a vocational school diploma, working on a water conservancy project managing sluice gates and such – a very relaxed job. She started at 19.
Because she was quite pretty and naive, she was pursued by a nouveau riche from a land expropriation family for six months, and they had a whirlwind marriage. They were very happy, and the following year she gave birth to a daughter. Their family was initially very happy, but because she had a daughter and was still young, she didn't want to have another child quickly, so her husband's family treated her poorly.
After the land expropriation, they received about four or five apartments of varying sizes and layouts. Her mother-in-law and sister-in-law lived in one building, while her father-in-law, a government employee, lived in a smaller apartment near his workplace.
Her husband took the money he'd transferred and went off to try his luck in business. Actually, he wasn't really doing business; he was going to have fun and chase women.
She lived alone with her daughter in the largest apartment, and they even had a shop downstairs, which her mother-in-law managed by collecting the rent.
Her husband was rarely home, and when he did come back, there was practically no intimacy. She'd also had surgery during childbirth, leaving a scar on her abdomen that became inflamed during recovery. Her father-in-law, however, was very caring.
At first, he diligently came over to help take care of his granddaughter…
Just take this as a story; if it happens to you in real life, don't cause trouble!
One day, this father-in-law somehow got hold of some safflower oil and gave it to her, telling her to apply it to her C-section scar. After using it for a few months, it actually worked! The young woman thought her father-in-law was truly devoted, but then the bottle he gave her ran out. This young woman was a fair-skinned woman from Jiangnan, and she couldn't bear the thought of having such a large scar on her abdomen.
Don't rush me. I think the content of the daughter-in-law and father-in-law's sex life is basically the same, but the development is the most interesting... So I called my father-in-law and hinted that the scar was almost healed, thanking him. My father-in-law, being a man who's been through a lot, immediately guessed that the medicine had run out. The young woman said that it was almost healed anyway, so there was no need to bother buying more.
My father-in-law didn't say anything, and the matter was dropped. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the whole family gathered, and the father-in-law wrapped a gift for his granddaughter.
The young woman accepted it, and when she got home, she found a bottle of safflower oil among the child's toys. The young woman burst into tears. She was constantly being given the cold shoulder by her mother-in-law, and her husband would blame her for not giving birth to a son. A bottle of oil made her realize that her father-in-law was someone she could talk to.
It's strange, isn't it? This father-in-law is handsome and dignified, but his son is short and bald at a young age. Maybe the son took after his mother, who is the short, fat, and shrewish type.
The young woman and I were looking at pictures together at that time, and she kept saying how handsome, tall, and refined her father-in-law was. At the time, we didn't think anything would happen between them. We just thought that girls are like that; they'll praise whoever treats them well.
Soon it was Chinese New Year, and the young woman told me, "You know, my father-in-law keeps asking me about breastfeeding. Is that a bad thing?" We were already very close, so I asked him what was wrong.
She said that the milk flow from her two breasts was uneven; the right breast had a lot of milk, while the left breast felt like it was impossible to express any milk. Every time she nursed, the right breast would be deflated, and her daughter could suckle hard on the left, but not much milk would come out.
I didn't understand much about this, so I didn't pay much attention. She secretly told her father-in-law about it, and he immediately found a lactation consultant and drove her over the next day.
The lactation consultant looked at her and said that she hadn't had any help with postpartum lactation and hadn't done it properly herself. Then she helped with the lactation. The father-in-law turned and went to the living room.
This lactation consultant was probably oblivious; she just said, "Why are you two being so formal? I'll teach you. You can help massage and unblock the milk when you have time." The young woman blushed deeply, while the father-in-law just smiled and didn't argue.
The masseuse invited the father-in-law into the back room to observe and learn how to massage and squeeze. He finally came in, though the atmosphere was incredibly awkward.
After the masseuse finished, she was about to leave for her next client, and the father-in-law saw her off. She gave him some other instructions. Before leaving, the father-in-law asked the masseuse, "How come we're considered a couple?" The masseuse replied, "Sigh, you old men, you're always chasing after young girls, keeping mistresses. I've seen too many of you. Who would go to such lengths for someone other than their own husband?"
The masseuse drove him away, and the father-in-law returned, asking his wife about the masseuse's effectiveness with the lactation massage. His wife said the massage hurt and she didn't feel any effect.
The father-in-law said, "It's not convenient for me to massage you directly. Just remember what the masseuse said, massage yourself when you're alone."
They chatted for a while.
Suddenly, the father-in-law asked, "Is your surgical scar any better?"
The young woman felt a surge of warmth in her heart, thinking how thoughtful her father-in-law was, remembering even after so long. She lifted her belly to show him; it was almost healed, except for the most serious area.
Her father-in-law told her to lie down, saying he wanted to take a closer look. The young woman lay down, and he explained that the lines and incision of the most serious area were vertical, so she should apply the ointment along the lines for faster healing.
The young woman said, "How can I do it myself? I can't see clearly when I apply it to my belly, and I can't see the lines when I'm sitting down." Her
father-in-law said, "Let me help you." The young woman lay flat on the sofa, and her father-in-law squatted beside her, poured the ointment into his palm, warmed it by rubbing it, and then applied it to her fingertips along the lines of the incision.
The young woman hadn't been touched by anyone for over a year postpartum, and this touch made her nervous. Her father-in-law said, "Don't flinch, or I won't be able to apply it properly." The young woman said, "What should I do? Nobody has ever touched me like this before."
The father-in-law told her to close her eyes, turn her head to the sofa, and hug the cushions.
He applied the ointment and massaged her for about half an hour. The young woman was sweating profusely, her face flushed with nervousness.
The father-in-law, however, remained calm. After finishing, he told her, "Okay, that's enough for today. It's getting late, so we won't cook. Let's go downstairs to eat."
There was a shop downstairs where the mother-in-law ran her stall, collecting rent. They went downstairs together, and the father-in-law called for his wife to come along. When they got to the stall, he saw his wife engrossed in playing mahjong and refused to join them.
The father-in-law, with his bad temper, immediately overturned the table and scolded his wife, essentially saying that he was neglecting his wife, a woman with experience, and only knew how to play mahjong.
The mother-in-law didn't even utter a word in response. The father-in-law, in a fit of anger, took his daughter-in-law and granddaughter to eat.
The daughter-in-law was terrified, constantly trying to calm her father-in-law down and then blaming herself for being stupid.
Actually, she told me in the game that the moment her father-in-law slammed the table, she was struck by his masculine presence and felt that this was what a real man was like.
After dinner, her father-in-law helped buy some household items and brought them back. After that, he often came to her place to help her apply medicine.
One day, after applying the medicine, the two had lunch together at home. Her father-in-law complained that his mother was stupid, not even taking care of her daughter-in-law, calling her a foolish woman, and that their son
was useless, losing money in business every day, and that their meager family fortune from the demolition compensation would be gone sooner or later. The daughter-in-law, being educated, had some opinions and said that if things really didn't work out, they could just quit the business, rent out the other two properties, let her husband collect the rent, and then find a job—that would be enough. Anyway, the two started to share common ground and feelings, growing closer emotionally and cognitively.
It was probably just after the Spring Festival when the young wife returned from her family home (her husband had lost a lot of money in business and spent the New Year drinking and gambling with friends, so he hadn't gone back to her parents' home to pay respects, which had been a huge blow to her). She was breastfeeding when her father-in-law arrived.
He asked, "Is the left side clear?"
The young woman said, "Don't even mention it! Not only did it not work, but I've been feeling down and upset lately. I haven't even massaged it properly myself, and I feel like both sides are different sizes now."
Her father-in-law said, "Then I'll call a technician again," and started to look for one. The young woman asked, "How much does a technician cost?" Her father-in-law said frankly, "That technician is notorious for her high prices; 80 yuan an hour, 300 yuan for half a day!" The young woman quickly said, "Don't call her. I'm on maternity leave at home every day, and I have no income. If I get a massage every day, I'll go broke . Let's just leave it at that
." Her father-in-law said, "If it really doesn't work… let's try it together. She explained it very clearly that day. Maybe the technician was in a hurry and used too much force, so I'll be gentler."
The young woman was shocked. How embarrassing would it be if this happened! But then she thought about how honest her father-in-law was and said, "Let's do it through my clothes. I'm wearing a nursing bra; it shouldn't be too much."
A nursing bra is the kind that has an opening in the front so you can unfasten it and let your nipples out to breastfeed.
She lay down on the bed while her father-in-law washed his hands.
When he came into the room, he left the door open .
The young woman shyly said, "Close the door!" He closed the door and sat on the edge of the bed. The young woman, too shy, hid behind the bed. He said, "You're so far away, how can I do anything?"
The young woman didn't speak, just closed her eyes and waited. He took off his shoes, got on the bed, squatted beside her, and placed his large hands on her breasts.
The young woman gasped as soon as his hands touched her. According to her description, "Wow, my father-in-law's hands are huge! He can
easily hold one of her C-cup breasts in each hand." She said, "No, no, the one on the left is the problem, the right one is fine."
He said, "Don't be nervous, I'm just checking to see how big the difference is. Didn't you say they're different sizes?" Then he gently squeezed them.
The young woman said, "Yes, the left one is swollen and hard inside."
Following the technician's instructions, the father-in-law began massaging the left breast with both hands, as if cupping the entire breast, pushing from the base towards the nipple. Near the nipple, his fingers gently pulled upwards around it.
Perhaps because the movements were gentle, his large hands gripped tightly but didn't hurt, especially when pushing towards the nipple, the entire breast felt tingly!
The young woman, enjoying the comfortable sensation, kept reminding herself that her father-in-law was helping with lactation, and she shouldn't have any other thoughts. While massaging, her father-in-law asked, "Is this okay? Does it hurt? Is any milk coming out?"
The young woman almost laughed, saying, "Dad, look, I'm wearing clothes, and a nursing bra underneath. Even if milk comes out, I wouldn't know!"
The father-in-law said, "Then it's not very effective." The young woman, enjoying the comfortable feeling, said, "It doesn't clear up immediately, otherwise how would the technicians make a fortune with just one transaction?"
The father-in-law chuckled and said, "That's true. If I could get someone's milk flowing smoothly in one go, I'd open a lactation clinic and name it 'One Grip to Fix the World.'" They
massaged like that for about half an hour. Then the father-in-law said, "I'm getting old, I'm tired, and I'm thirsty after all this time."
The young woman also felt they couldn't continue like this, so they both got out of bed. The father-in-law packed his things and left, leaving two thousand yuan for his wife to buy food, but she refused and left the money on the table.
That night, the wife observed her massaged breasts. It seemed to have some effect; the swelling and pain had lessened, but the milk supply was still very small. Even with a strong squeeze of the nipple, only a single stream would come out. However, squeezing the right nipple would produce four or five streams.
The next afternoon, the father-in-law came again, and they massaged as usual. The daughter-in-law gradually relaxed and enjoyed the process. They
massaged like this for three or four days. One day, while they were doing it as usual, the daughter-in-law said, "Dad, can you check if it's coming out? I feel my underwear is wet."
The father-in-law said, "How can I look? Do it yourself!"
The daughter-in-law said, "You don't need to hide," and started unbuttoning her nightgown, then her bra.
The father-in-law immediately swallowed hard. The young woman's breasts, aside from anything else, were hemispherical. Although she had given birth, her areolas and nipples weren't significantly affected; they remained pink, and her nipples weren't the purplish type some pregnant women have. Her nipples were only slightly larger than a young girl's, perhaps due to her light skin and individual constitution; even after childbirth, her nipples remained pink and her areolas light.
Hearing her father-in-law swallow, the young woman asked, "What's wrong? Isn't it wet?"
He said, "You unbuttoned it too quickly; I didn't see the wetness on the bra.
" Indeed, with such perfect breasts in front of her, it was hard to notice the details on the bra.
The young woman then pulled down her bra, flipping it open for her father-in-law to see.
It was inconvenient to open the nursing bra, so she simply unhooked it. The front-opening bra opened first, revealing her two hemispherical breasts trembling slightly.
Her father-in-law examined the opened bra, noting that the middle of the left breast was slightly wet. It seemed a little milk had come out, but he wasn't sure how well it was flowing.
He leaned close to his daughter-in-law, almost bending over to examine her, his voice almost warm against her white breasts.
He laughed, saying, "Look, we've been quite successful lately. The left breast is the same size as the right, you can't tell!" But why is the left nipple bigger than the right?
The daughter-in-law blushed and covered her face with her teddy bear, exclaiming, "It's all because of you! The milk's come out!"
Yes, she had a teddy bear; they used to play games together, and in video calls, it was leaning against the bed—white, with long fur and a bow.
Her father-in-law was speechless, clutching the bra, panting.
The daughter-in-law, hiding her face under the bear's beard, asked, "What should we do? Maybe we should just give up?"
The father-in-law replied, "We've made some progress this time. We need to keep going and strive for the biggest victory."
He was a leader in a public institution, and sometimes his speech had a slightly bureaucratic tone, but the young woman found it amusing.
The daughter-in-law answered him in a soft voice, "You continue!"
He said, "Put it on, I'll continue massaging." The daughter-in-law said directly, "Just do it like this, maybe it'll be more effective, and you can see the milk flow. Tell me when the milk comes in."
Then the young woman heard the sound of her father-in-law gently rubbing his hands together, his large palms making a soft rustling sound. The daughter-in-law asked, "Dad, what are you doing?"
He replied, "I'm afraid my hands will get cold."
The daughter-in-law felt a warmth in her heart and said, "Dad, Mom is such a lucky woman."
Her father-in-law didn't answer her. His large, warm hands gently cupped her breasts, cupping her fair, glistening breasts, and guided them along the smooth surface towards the nipples. Just before reaching the nipples, his thumb and forefinger pressed together, gathering around the tip and gently pulling it upwards.
The first time, the young woman could still resist the pleasure of the sensation spreading from her entire breast to the nipple. But the second time, as he cupped, grasped, and pushed her breast towards the peak, she exhaled a breath of hot air.
Her father-in-law, too, focused intently, his eyes fixed on the peak, and began to knead again.
The young woman said, "Dad, I can't take it anymore!"
Startled, he asked what was wrong. She said, "I don't know why, I feel a tingling sensation."
He didn't speak, but continued with even more force than before, almost rotating, grasping and kneading her entire hemisphere of fair breast towards the nipple. A few drops of white milk seeped from the small, pink nipple under the pressure of his large hands.
It's coming out!
The father-in-law spoke to his daughter-in-law.
The daughter-in-law, absorbed in the intense pleasure of the kneading, forgot she was trying to stimulate lactation and asked, "What's coming out?"
The father-in-law replied, "Breast milk. Look."
The daughter-in-law quickly half-reclined, looking at her breasts. Because she had gotten up so quickly, her two C-cup, snow-white breasts trembled slightly.
The two women almost leaned close to see which nipple was leaking milk; there were about two or three spots where milk was flowing, the dewdrops on the nipples glistening.
The daughter-in-law said, "That's great! Before, milk only came out from the lower edge, but now look!" She lifted her breast, pointing to the nipple, "Milk is coming out from one spot above it, and right in the middle too!"
(Sorry for the slow typing, haha.) This young woman later had a relationship with me for over a year. This is what she told me personally after we'd been together for a while.
In terms of appearance, she was a typical Jiangnan woman—fair-skinned and delicate—but unlike other Jiangnan girls, she had perfect breasts. She
played the guzheng beautifully. Sometimes I think, after sleeping with her father-in-law for so many years, that old man must have really taken a fairy-like woman.
I remember when we went to Xiamen, she insisted on having her fortune told.
There's a female tarot reader on Gulangyu Island, supposedly a master.
We went to visit her. Turns out, the fortune teller was a young girl, but since we were there, we figured we'd get our reading done. The girl immediately told us not to bother, saying she wasn't feeling well.
Later, I secretly chatted with the girl in the game, asking her why. She said, "Well, the moment I saw you two come in, I knew you two were having an affair."
But it wasn't that she wasn't feeling well that day; it was just that when she saw this woman—with her bright, crescent-shaped eyes and her overall appearance—she seemed easily moved, with a tumultuous romantic history.
I said, "Just one look and you're like that?"
She said, "That's nothing. When she came in, I caught a glimpse of her feet and was immediately shocked. She had small, delicate feet, incredibly fair, and all her toes were about the same length, especially her little toe, which was almost level with hers."
I said, "That's nothing!" The tarot reader continued, "This kind of girl is considered lucky for her husband, but unfortunately, her eyes are too soft. Whoever she's with will be lucky, but it won't last; things are prone to change."
That's a digression; let me briefly describe the young woman's figure and background.
Continuing with the milk production, I digressed a bit, almost unintentionally.
The father-in-law was also happy, and the young woman excitedly said, "Dad, let me treat you to dinner!"
She continued, saying that now that the milk had come in, her milk was flowing freely, and she was ready to let the baby nurse to her heart's content. Girls, when someone enters their lives, they openly express their feelings, and she immediately opened her heart to her father-in-law. "
Thank you, Father-in-law!" the young woman said, cradling her breasts, her bright, smiling eyes looking at him.
Thinking back, yes, her game ID contained the character for "smile," and the other character was a word related to eyes; she was quite literary, and her name was beautiful.
The father-in-law surprisingly said, "This is all thanks to my help beforehand! Look, the first line of 'flowing water' mentions 'the sun shines on the incense burner, producing purple smoke.' Daily care is necessary to stimulate milk production!"
The young woman blushed and said, "Yes, it's a pity. Looking at the waterfall hanging before the river, I can only feel my heart sinking to the heavens every day."
This passage they exchanged was mentioned in a text message the young woman left me during the time we broke up.
Were they just flirting like that?
Then the young woman said, "When I squeeze my right breast, it sprays out, but this, Dad, it just... seeps out, it's still not quite smooth, right?" The
father-in-law said, "Lie down, I'll try again.
" Before lying down, the daughter-in-law pulled her bra strap to one side, removed the strap from her short sleeve, loosened the other side, and with a pull, the entire bra came off. A pair of snow-white breasts bounced and swayed as the young woman lay down.
The young woman's breasts were the kind that, even when lying down, remained firm and upright, not tilting towards her sides, but rather like two semi-circular hills, standing tall.
The father-in-law smoothly grasped her nipples, holding them in both hands, his fingers moving alternately until he reached them. The daughter-in-law's heart raced with the massage. Each time he kneaded her nipples, she gently arched her chest, cooperating with his kneading.
Her eyes were closed, the father-in-law's eyes were wide open, and they breathed in the uneven, ambiguous air. Each wave of pleasure surged to her nipples, and drops of milk flowed down… The father-in-law kneaded and squeezed, while the daughter-in-law gasped and twisted, her body tensing.
The father-in-law said, "It's coming out." The daughter-in-law said, "Yes." "
It's coming out!
Yes." "
It's coming out again!
Yes… Yes… Ah…"
The daughter-in-law asked how much, and the father-in-law said a little more than before. "
Still not gushing out? " "
Yes, it's just seeping out." "
What should we do?"
The father-in-law said, "I've heard that in many couples, when a mother's milk doesn't flow smoothly, the husband can help by suckling..." The daughter-in-law felt comfortable being massaged, and this current success was all thanks to him, plus the results of the bruises he'd previously treated on her stomach. She shyly asked, "Does it work? Why don't we try?" The father-in-law didn't speak, but gently grasped her soft breast, cupping it in his palm, holding the nipple firmly, and then took it into his mouth. "
These are all personal experiences," he said, "I learned them from my close friends and lovers. My women are basically completely open with me. I don't just take them out for fun; I reach their hearts and help them with many things in real life."
While the father-in-law held her nipple, his large hand continued to massage along her breast to the nipple's peak, his tongue teasing and sucking around the tip. The young woman, the moment he took her in his mouth, could no longer suppress the sound in her throat and cried out, "Ah!"
The father-in-law was surprised and asked her what was wrong. The daughter-in-law said, "It's so unexpected!"
The father-in-law asked if she was feeling unwell. The daughter-in-law covered her face and said she was alright, just a little numb.
The father-in-law looked up and said, "This sideways position doesn't seem very convenient. I'm leaning over you, it's not easy to move."
The daughter-in-law said, "You can sit on me, but you're too heavy, you can't ride entirely on me, just don't press down
on me too much." The father-in-law straddled her waist, his crotch dangling, and pulled a pillow over her to lean against. This semi-reclined position seemed to make it easier to suckle her breasts… The father-in-law gently lay on top of her, lifted her breasts, and carefully kneaded them. He opened his mouth, his tongue circling the nipple, teasing it up and down, before suddenly taking it in deeply. His hands grasped her breasts, his fingers alternately stroking the smooth skin, and he took them in deeply. His tongue sucked along the nipple, almost swallowing a third of her breast in one bite.
The young woman, stimulated by this combination of sucking and kneading, cried out!
"Is it comfortable?" the father-in-law asked. The daughter-in-law said, "It's too…"
The father-in-law exerted himself again, pulling his lips back to the nipple and sucking the areola into his mouth with just the suction of his mouth.
The daughter-in-law immediately grabbed the sheets, saying, "You're sucking much harder than my daughter! You've probably produced quite a bit of milk."
The father-in-law said, "I haven't felt much milk coming out. I don't even know what it tastes like. It's just that your nipples have gotten bigger."
The daughter-in-law said, "Look!" The father-in-law then released the nipple and pressed and pinched the breast to see if there was any milk.
There was still some seepage, but not a large flow.
The father-in-law said, "Put more pressure on me. Tell me if it hurts."
The father-in-law took a deep breath and took a large bite, simultaneously grasping the tender breast with both hands, kneading the snow-white breast until it peeked out from between his fingers, his tongue circling the nipple and sucking vigorously.
The young woman, stimulated by this, felt the pleasure from the nipple spread from the tip to the entire breast, and then from the breast to her whole body. She couldn't help but tremble slightly. The daughter-in-law softly called out to her father-in-law, "Father-in-law, good, very good!"
Encouraged, the father-in-law quietly leaned over his daughter-in-law, sucking deeply and kneading her breasts with slight force, pushing them as far into his mouth as possible. Then he lifted himself up, gently stretching the breasts in his mouth before finally taking the nipple into his mouth, letting the milk flow out.
The next time he leaned over her, he pressed his lips, still holding the nipple, and his entire face against her tender breasts. With the pressure of his face and the kneading of his hands, her breasts seemed to float in the clouds, changing shape.
The daughter-in-law gasped softly, no longer concealing her moans. The father-in-law, no longer restraining himself, perhaps for the last time, sucked forcefully. The daughter-in-law's soft cry suddenly rose in pitch.
The milk stored in her nipples spurted out from three or four small openings, warm, milky, and carrying her own fragrance, spraying into the father-in-law's mouth.
The young woman was surprised. Her chest heaved, and a warm rush of milk surged from her abdomen. With a soft "Ah!", milk gushed from her father-in-law's mouth once more. "
It's coming out!" they both cried out almost simultaneously
. The father-in-law gently released the nipple, his hands cupping the still soft, white breast. "Look," he said, his fingers circling the nipple, gently squeezing, and four or five streams of white milk sprayed out. Before he could dodge, the milk soaked his chin and neck. The snow-white milk flowed down his daughter-in-law's white breasts and his neck… Mmm! The daughter-in-law was both ashamed and moved. Overwhelmed with emotion, she grabbed her father-in-law's broad shoulders and hugged him tightly.
[The End]

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