Charity

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Youxuezhai Translation Collection, Volume 25, 2000/05
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Compiled by: Ancient Snake
Title: Charity
Provider: daisyatt2
Mr. X:
Hello!
I just returned from a vacation in Leningrad, Soviet Union, where I visited the famous Hermitage Museum.
You might find it strange that this journey has anything to do with family love. Please be patient and let me finish.
In the hermitage, I saw a very famous and beautiful oil painting, "Love and Compassion" by the famous Dutch painter Paul Ribbons.
As I gazed at the canvas, I felt a strong, sensual shudder, because the scene depicted was exactly what my father was going through at his most intense illness, when he could hardly eat, and how I breastfed him, helping him overcome the disease and recover his health.
The woman in the painting, Bello, is a beautiful young woman who uses the milk from her full breasts to relieve her father's hunger after he has been imprisoned and starving for many days.
This is a sacred and touching scene, which also shows the love for life and the warmth of parent-child affection.
It makes me proud because not long ago, I had done the same thing, and this painting freed me from my inner constraints, showing me that I am not a perverted lewd person.
Looking back, I was about twenty-two years old. My mother had just passed away, and I had just graduated from university.
I went home to take care of my father, and soon after I married my current husband. After that, my father and I still see each other often.
Worried about the blow of my father's widowhood, I took extra care of this man who was not yet old.
The father and daughter have a close relationship; we often hug and kiss like young people.
A year later, I gave birth to my first child. My father was overjoyed and often came to help take care of the baby.
As a new mother, my full and firm breasts stood even more erect, filled with sweet breast milk to nourish my child.
As a new mother, my full and firm breasts stood even more erect, filled with sweet breast milk to nourish my child.
One month after giving birth, the father suddenly developed an acute gastric ulcer and was hospitalized for surgery.
The next day, I entrusted my child to my neighbor's care and rushed to the hospital to visit him.
Dad looked pale and weaker than ever before, but it was clear that his condition was improving.
After a brief conversation, I choked up and said, "Dad, seeing you so sick and in so much pain makes me so sad. Is there anything I can do to make you feel more comfortable and get better sooner?"
Dad looked at me with difficulty for a while, then turned his head and said in a low voice, "Anna, my good daughter, you can do it, you... can you let Dad suckle your breast? Dad's stomach hurts so much that I can't eat anything."
As he spoke, Dad reached out and touched my chest, kneading one of my full, firm breasts through my clothes.
Over the years of deep affection between father and daughter, I didn't hesitate at all and nodded, saying, "As long as it makes Dad more comfortable, I'm willing to do anything, no problem."
I locked the door, unhooked my bra, and revealed a pair of snow-white, smooth, and voluptuous breasts.
My father was lying on the bed, and I bent down, letting my large breasts hang low to his mouth.
Without saying a word, Dad grasped my hand with his broad, warm palm and gently caressed and stroked it.
When he squeezed the pink nipples, the hot, fragrant milk sprayed onto his face like a fountain.
The father tilted his head back slightly and took the tender and sensitive nipple into his mouth, sucking on the moist purple grape and tasting every drop of juice.
Within seconds, I felt a generous flow of milk, and my husband sucked more intently and forcefully.
My father's tongue swept back and forth across my nipples, an indescribable stimulation that made my whole body tremble involuntarily.
The milk in her breasts poured out in a torrent, the burning sensation affecting both her physiology and psychology, causing spasms in her vulva and making her breasts feel as if they were on fire.
Suddenly, I realized that my lower body was completely wet.
This surprised me greatly because the stimulation my father gave me was completely different from when I breastfed my son.
An unprecedented climax overwhelmed me, and I trembled uncontrollably, my whole body shaking violently.
The father, still wanting more, moved his mouth to the other sweet and juicy breast, sucking and kissing it greedily and forcefully until the milk was drained and the breast returned to its soft state.
This surprised me greatly because the stimulation my father gave me was completely different from when I breastfed my son.
An unprecedented climax overwhelmed me, and I trembled uncontrollably, my whole body shaking violently.
The father, still wanting more, moved his mouth to the other sweet and juicy breast, sucking and kissing it greedily and forcefully until the milk was drained and the breast returned to its soft state.
Then, he withdrew his mouth and sighed, "This is wonderful, my dear daughter. This is the best gift you can give your father, you know? When your mother breastfed you, I loved her milk, but I never imagined that you would taste even better!"
We looked at each other and smiled. Father and daughter hugged each other tightly and kissed each other uncontrollably, while Dad played with her breasts, which had been sucked dry, and couldn't put them down.
Being able to feed my father with my own breast milk makes me incredibly excited.
I can't even wait for the next visit. Tomorrow, I must bring another pair of full breasts, brimming with milk, to visit my father.
Therefore, I adjusted my son's feeding schedule slightly and switched to formula for some of the milk. This way, although my son couldn't get enough breast milk, his father could drink as much as he wanted.
Simultaneously supplying the needs of both breasts, especially the father, who, like a mischievous child, stubbornly continues to suckle the nipple even when the milk in the breast has dried up. Too frequent milk production significantly impacts milk yield.
My breasts are much larger and fuller than before, and they are producing more milk than I expected.
I visit my father every day and let him nurse at least once a day.
Due to time and location constraints, we couldn't properly enjoy this exciting and wonderful activity, so Dad and I decided to bring him home to recuperate.
My husband often travels abroad, and without knowing the full story, he thought it was a great thing to have his father look after the house and yard and act as a temporary babysitter, so he readily agreed.
That's how I was able to indulge this new hobby.
What he didn't know was that on the day I picked my father up from the hospital, the two of us lay naked on the big bed in the master bedroom, sharing each other's bodies until we were completely exhausted.
It all started on my way home.
Dad said, "My dear daughter, I hope you still have some breast milk. I can't eat the food at the hospital, and my stomach hurts again."
I laughed and said, "Dad, I saved this for you a long time ago! I guarantee it'll still be fresh!"
As I spoke, I deliberately lifted my sweater, revealing that I wasn't wearing a bra underneath, so that my father could directly see my pair of heavy, round breasts and alluring pale purple nipples.
The father bent down and put one of the nipples into his mouth, sucking on it with abandon.
I chuckled and pulled up the sweater to cover his head, so that even if we stopped at a traffic light, we wouldn't have to worry about people seeing what Dad looked like.
To openly try such a sexy and revealing outfit in broad daylight caused my vulva to twitch uncontrollably, and my love juices flowed out uncontrollably.
When we got home, I lay weakly on the big bed, letting my father use his hands and mouth to play with my firm breasts, tease my sensitive lips, and insert his fingers into my aroused and wanton cunt, poking and prodding it, teasing me until I gasped for breath.
Finally, I almost burst into tears, begging my father.
"Give it to me... Daddy... Hurry up and put it in... Your daughter wants Daddy to put his big cock into her cunt... Fuck me hard... Daddy!"
Of course, Dad did as I said, and at the height of our lovemaking, he ejaculated all his hot, thick semen into my vagina.
That day, before my husband came home from get off work, my daughter and I enjoyed three intense sexual encounters, but we were still not satisfied.
After that, every morning after I finished feeding my son, my father would suck the remaining milk from my breasts until they were empty. Then, my father and I would share our bodies and make love on the big bed in the master bedroom, just like a young couple.
Between each sexual encounter, Dad would linger on my snow-white breasts like a little child, often pouring the milk he couldn't finish onto my chest and skin, then smearing it with his thick, cloudy semen, teasing me to take turns sipping it, followed by another passionate kiss, tasting each other's mouths.
Whenever my husband is away, my father in bed is so full of life, a perfect and passionate lover.
This kind of life lasted for two years, and I was completely absorbed in it, with no desire to end it.
Unfortunately, I have to, because I am now six months pregnant.
The baby in your belly is the father's!
My daughter and I were overjoyed because we love each other so deeply.
Looking at this painting now, I can understand the feelings of the Roman girl, Belle, at that time.
I am even more grateful to Ribbons, because it is through him that this scene of compassion appears so holy, beautiful, and immortal.
Anna Apollos
(over)
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