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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A few years ago, I had a relationship with a young woman's father-in-law. In 2013

, she played a game called DNF (

Dungeon Fighter Online). She often teamed up with a female mage in her guild, and they eventually became partners. They frequently played dungeons together. Now, her daughter is about three years old, and she often plays with me late into the night. Back then, I would tease her when I was bored, and she agreed to be my girlfriend in the game. Over time, we started talking about more intimate topics, like family and husbands. She worked in the water conservancy department. When she first joined, she was still young; she had only a vocational school diploma and went to work at a water conservancy hub, 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 married quickly. 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 didn't go back to her parents' home to pay respects, which was a huge blow to her). She was breastfeeding when her father-in-law arrived.

He asked if the left side was clear.

The young wife replied, "Don't even mention it! Not only is it not clear, but I've been feeling down lately, and I haven't been able to massage it properly. I even feel like both sides are different sizes."

The father-in-law said, "Then I'll call a technician again," and started to look for one. The young wife asked, "How much does the technician cost?" The 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 wife quickly said, "Don't call her. I'm on maternity leave at home every day, and I have no income. If I only get massages once a day, I'll go bankrupt. Let's just leave it at that."

The 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 it would be to do this! But then she thought about how upright her father-in-law was, and said, "Let's just do it through my clothes. I'm wearing a nursing bra, it shouldn't be too much."

A nursing bra is the kind with an opening in the front, so you can let your nipples out to breastfeed.

She lay down on the bed, and her father-in-law went to wash his hands.

He came into the room with the door open, and 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 on the inside of the bed. He said, "You're so far away, how can I do it?"

The young woman didn't say anything, just closed her eyes and waited. He took off his shoes, got on the bed, squatted down beside her, and pressed 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 my C-cup breasts in each hand."

The young woman said, "No, no, the problem is with the left breast, the right one is fine."

The father-in-law said, "Don't be nervous. I'm just checking to see how much difference there is. Didn't you say they're not the same size?" Then he gently squeezed it.

The daughter-in-law said, "Yes, the left one is swollen and a bit 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 and pushing it 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 it tightly but it didn't hurt, especially when pushing towards the nipple; the entire breast felt tingly!

The young woman savored the comfortable feeling, constantly reminding herself that her father-in-law was helping with lactation, and she shouldn't have any other thoughts. While massaging, the 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 I'm even wearing a nursing bra underneath. Even if milk comes out, I wouldn't know!"

The father-in-law said it wasn't very effective, but the young woman, enjoying the comfortable feeling, said, "It doesn't clear up instantly, otherwise how would the technicians make a fortune with just one tap?"

The father-in-law laughed and said, "That's true. If I could clear someone's milk flow instantly, I'd open a lactation clinic and name it 'One Grip to Fix the World.'"

They continued massaging for about half an hour. 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. Squeezing the nipple only produced a single stream. However, squeezing the right nipple produced four or five streams.

The next afternoon, the father-in-law came again, and they massaged her breasts as usual. The daughter-in-law gradually relaxed and enjoyed the process.

They massaged her for three or four days. One day, during a routine massage, she said, "Dad, can you check if it's come out? I feel my bra is wet."

The father-in-law said, "How can I see? Do it yourself!"

The daughter-in-law said, "You don't need to hide," and began unbuttoning her nightgown and then her bra.

The father-in-law immediately swallowed hard. The young woman's breasts, aside from other things, 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 hard, 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 my bra."

Indeed, with such perfect breasts in front of her, it was hard to notice the details on the bra.

The young woman pulled down her bra, showing it to her father-in-law.

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, "You see, 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, covering her face with her teddy bear, and exclaimed, "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 chats, 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, lifting her fair, glistening breasts and guiding them along the smooth surface towards the nipples. Just before reaching the nipples, his thumb and forefinger came together, gathering around the tip and gently pulling it upwards.

The first time, the young woman could still resist the overwhelming pleasure from her entire breast to the nipple. But the second time, as he cupped, grasped, and pushed her breasts towards the peaks, she exhaled a breath of hot air.

Her father-in-law, too, focused intently, his eyes fixed on her breasts, and began to caress them once more.

The young woman said, "Dad, I can't take it anymore!"

The father-in-law was startled and asked what was wrong. The daughter-in-law said she felt a tingling sensation.

The father-in-law didn't speak, but continued with even more force than before, almost rotating his hand as he grasped the entire hemisphere of her soft, white breast and rubbed it towards the nipple. A few drops of white milk seeped from the small, pink nipple under the pressure of his large hand. "

It's coming out!"

the father-in-law told 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 said, "Milk. Look."

The daughter-in-law quickly half-reclined, looking at her breasts. Because she had risen so quickly, her two C-cup 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 glistening on the nipples.

My daughter-in-law said, "That's great! Before, milk only came out from the lower part of the breast, but now look!" She lifted her breast, pointed to the nipple, and said, "Milk is coming out from the top too, and right in the middle!"

(Sorry for the slow typing, haha.) This young woman later had a relationship with me for over a year. This is all from her own words 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 advantage of a fairy-like woman.

I remember when we went to Xiamen, she insisted on having her fortune told.

There was a female tarot card player on Gulangyu Island who was supposedly a master.

We went to visit her. The fortune teller was actually a young girl, but since we were there, we decided to have our fortune told. As soon as the girl saw her, she said, "Don't bother, I'm not feeling well today."

Later, I secretly chatted with that girl in the game, asking her why. She said, "Hey, as soon as I saw you two come in, I could guess you two were hooking up."

However, it wasn't that I was in a bad mood that day; it's just that when I saw this woman, with her crescent-shaped, bright eyes and her appearance and demeanor, I knew she was easily moved and had a tumultuous romantic history.

I said, "Just one glance 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 card 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, just a general description of the young woman's figure and background.

Continuing with the milking issue, I digressed, unintentionally.

The father-in-law was also happy, and the young wife excitedly said, "Dad, let me treat you to dinner!"

The young woman continued, "Now that the milk has flowed, it's time for my milk to cascade down like a waterfall. I'll make sure the baby has enough to nurse from this breast." Girls, when someone enters their lives, they openly express their feelings. She immediately opened her heart to her father-in-law. "

Thank you, Father-in-law!" The young woman held her snow-white breasts, her half-moon-shaped eyes sparkling as she looked at her father-in-law.

I remembered, 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.

Surprisingly, her father-in-law said, "This is all thanks to my help beforehand! Look, the first line of 'The waterfall cascades down like a waterfall' contains 'The sun shines on the incense burner, producing purple smoke.' Daily care is needed to stimulate milk production!"

The young woman blushed and said, "Yes, but alas, 'Looking at the waterfall from afar, I can only feel my heart sinking to the heavens every day.'"

This exchange of words was mentioned in a text message the young woman left me during the time we broke up.

Was this flirtatious banter considered proper?

Then the young woman said, "When I squeezed my right breast, it sprayed out, but this one, Dad, it just seeped out, it's still not quite smooth, is it?"

Her 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, and loosened the other side. With a pull, the entire bra came off, revealing a pair of snow-white breasts, bouncing and swaying as she lay down. Even when lying

flat, her breasts remained firm and upright, not tilting towards her sides, but rather like two semi-circular hills, standing tall.

The father-in-law easily grasped them, holding them with both hands, his fingers moving alternately until he reached the nipples. The daughter-in-law felt a surge of excitement from the massage. Each time he kneaded her nipples, she gently lifted her chest, cooperating with his kneading.

The young woman closed her eyes, her father-in-law stared intently, their breaths uneven and ambiguous. Waves of pleasure surged through her nipples, drops of milk trickling down… The father-in-law kneaded and squeezed, while the daughter-in-law gasped and writhed, her body tensing.

The father-in-law said, “It’s coming out.” The daughter-in-law replied, “Yes .” “It

’s coming out !

Yes. ” “It’s

coming out again!

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, sometimes when a mother’s milk doesn’t flow smoothly, the husband can help by suckling…” The daughter-in-law felt comfortable from the kneading; this result was all thanks to the father-in-law, plus the results of the lint he had applied to her stomach before. She shyly asked, “Will it work? Why don’t we try?” The father-in-law didn’t speak, but gently grasped his daughter-in-law’s tender breast, cupping it in his palm, holding the nipple firmly, and then took it into his mouth.

These are all firsthand experiences, learned from close friends and lovers. My women are basically completely open with me. I don't just take them out for fun; I connect with them on a deeper level and help them with many things in real life.

While her father-in-law was sucking on her nipple, his large hand continued to massage along her breast to the nipple peak, his tongue teasing and sucking around the tip. The young woman, the moment her mouth was filled, could no longer suppress the suppressed sounds in her throat and let out a loud "Ah!"

Her father-in-law was surprised and asked her what was wrong. She said, "It's so unexpected!"

He asked if she was uncomfortable. She covered her face and said, "It's okay, just a little numb."

He looked up and said, "It doesn't seem very convenient to be on your side like this. I'm leaning over you, bending over, it's not easy to move.

" She said, "You can sit on me, but you're too heavy, you can't ride on me completely, just don't press down on me too much."

The father-in-law straddled her waist, his crotch dangling, and pulled a pillow over his daughter-in-law to lean against, seemingly to make it easier for her to suckle her breasts while she was half-reclined… He gently lay on top of her, lifted her breasts, and kneaded them meticulously. His mouth opened, 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, as he took them in deeply. His tongue sucked along the nipple, almost swallowing a third of her breast in one gulp.

The young woman, stimulated by this combination of sucking and kneading, cried out!

"Is it good?" the father-in-law asked. The daughter-in-law replied, "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 cry of "Ah!", milk gushed out again into her father-in-law's mouth. "

It's coming out!" they both exclaimed 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.

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[This post was edited by 夕阳萧鼓 on 2016-07-12 12:22]

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