[I want my father-in-law to lick my labia] (A netizen's memoir)

I Want My Father-in-Law to Lick My Vulva (A Netizen's Memoir) Author: Unknown Word Count: 18,000
I am 26 years old this year and graduated from junior college. Before college, I didn't realize I was particularly beautiful. But since graduating from middle school, my appearance and figure have changed quite a bit. I was surprised and satisfied with these changes. Many people compliment my figure and appearance. When I meet old classmates, they always look at me in surprise and say things like: "Ah! You've changed! So beautiful!" or "You've really become so beautiful!"
I am 165cm tall, with measurements of 34D-22-34, and weigh 50kg.
I have an oval face. I love my legs the most. They are not only evenly shaped, but also have fair, smooth, and delicate skin. Therefore, I love wearing mini skirts. When I walk on the street, whether it's a man or a woman, everyone's eyes are always drawn to my beautiful legs. Most men often give me admiring glances. I felt my vanity was greatly satisfied at that moment.
My husband was my classmate in college; we started dating during our student days. He was quite handsome, and our classmates envied us. After graduation, he immediately joined the army, and I quickly got a job at an IT company. Due to work requirements, I soon saved up enough money to buy a computer. In the evenings, besides doing some unfinished work at the company, I also learned to use the internet. After a while, I also learned about some pornographic websites and would occasionally browse them, looking at gossip, pictures, erotic novels, etc. Sometimes, when I saw something passionate, I would masturbate to relieve my longing for my boyfriend. After waiting for two years, he
finally discharged from the army and successfully found a high-tech job. Two years ago, we finally got married. Because he is an only child, his parents kept us with them and didn't want us to live alone. After marriage, we are very loving, and our parents also love us very much.
My father-in-law is 54 years old this year and works in a public institution. He is of medium build and is said to have been an athletic champion and very handsome in his youth. Although I'm now over middle age, I still show no signs of aging. My mother-in-law is 52 and a model of a virtuous housewife. They are both very healthy. During the day, my mother-in-law stays home, cooking and cleaning, handling all the chores with ease, keeping the house spotless. Luckily, I don't have to do housework after work and can spend all my time with my husband.
My job is quite stressful, and I have to dress formally for work. So when I get home, I like to change into more relaxed clothes. I especially like wearing shorts and a light t-shirt. Perhaps it's because this outfit shows off my figure and my beautiful legs that my father-in-law's gaze is drawn to me.
A few weeks after the wedding, I noticed that my father-in-law's eyes were always following me. I often felt him spying on my every move, which sometimes made me feel uncomfortable. I thought about subtly hinting to him at an appropriate time that he shouldn't be looking at me like that. But seeing how filial my husband is to his parents, I really didn't know how to bring it up.
One day, my husband worked late and wouldn't be home until very late. With nothing to do, I browsed the internet. Of course, I inevitably stumbled upon some pornographic websites. I enjoy reading erotic novels; some, though vulgar in language, are quite evocative and sometimes really make you fantasize. Others use very elegant language, portraying erotic love stories admirably.
Suddenly, a titled "The Love Story of a Father-in-Law and Daughter-in-Law" caught my attention. The more I read, the more shocked I became. It was a beautifully written and extremely provocative article that made my body heat up, and my private parts secreted a lot of fluid, soaking my underwear.
Good heavens! After reading this article, I no longer minded my father-in-law's lustful gaze; instead, I began to feel a strange fondness for this man in his fifties. I developed a peculiar curiosity—I wanted to experience what it was like to have sex with a man much older than me.
From then on, whenever his gaze secretly fell upon me, I felt a strange excitement and satisfaction. I even wanted to intentionally or unintentionally expose the parts he wanted to see, to satisfy my feeling of being spied on and his voyeuristic desires.
And I noticed that my father-in-law was also becoming more and more affectionate and caring towards me, to the point of being extremely attentive.
The incident happened one day, almost eight months after my marriage. It was a hot Sunday, and my husband went to work overtime early in the morning. Around noon, my mother-in-law had just prepared lunch when my husband's uncle rushed in, saying that there was something going on at his family's home, and hurriedly took my mother-in-law away. Only my father-in-law and I were left to have lunch together. As soon as my mother-in-law left, my father-in-law called me to the dining room for lunch.
I was wearing a loose, oversized thin shirt with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows. Because of the heat, I chose a loose, small white bra, the kind that just covered the nipples and supported the lower part of the breasts, but left the upper part of the breasts, most of the orbs, exposed. I was wearing a simple white short skirt. I sat opposite my father-in-law, and we ate and chatted casually. But I noticed that he was staring intently at my chest. Perhaps because my mother-in-law wasn't there, he was so boldly eyeing me, making me a little uncomfortable, yet secretly excited.
Gradually, I felt my underwear getting damp. My heart was filled with excitement and a bit of panic, and I couldn't even taste the flavor of my mother-in-law's signature dishes anymore. I stood up, bent down, and served my father-in-law a bowl of soup. Because the first button of my shirt was undone, the bending over left my breasts wide open, half-revealed, half-exposed. My father-in-law naturally wouldn't miss such a good opportunity, his gaze fixed on my full but not too large breasts. I knew he was peeping; he had already forgotten to chew his food.
He stared lustfully at the parts my bra couldn't cover. I was even more excited, deliberately slowing down my movements so he could see enough. I don't know if my father-in-law was so distracted by the sight, or if it was just a coincidence, but after I finished serving the soup and sat back down, his chopsticks suddenly fell to the floor, and he immediately bent down to pick them up. My natural reaction at that moment was to slightly spread my legs, giving him a chance to peek
inside. Sure enough, he spent a long time picking them up, but still didn't return to his seat to eat, so I bent down to look at him. He didn't know I was looking at him. His eyes were fixed on my lower body, specifically the patch of my skirt that revealed my two fair thighs. Today I was wearing a white, almost transparent thong, barely covering the important area in front of my vulva, with a few pubic hairs showing on both sides. My father-in-
law was lying on the floor, his eyes almost right in front of my pink legs, staring intently at my lower body.
I then spread my legs wider, letting my skirt open. My lower body was now only covered by the small, transparent thong.
His eyes were so intense, it felt as if he were caressing my swollen, throbbing private parts. Suddenly, I felt my body heat up, and images of suggestive scenes from online articles about fathers-in-law and daughters-in-law's love affairs flashed through my mind. I sat in my chair, involuntarily shifting my hips, spreading my legs, anticipating the old man's advances under the table.
My father-in-law finally snapped out of his daze, looking up to find me staring at him. Our eyes met, and we both stood there awkwardly for a few seconds. I was a little disappointed. I pretended nothing was wrong and asked, "Dad! What's wrong! Can't you find your chopsticks?"
"Oh...yes...yes...I see...they..." he stammered, seemingly swallowing hard as he spoke. He picked up the chopsticks and returned to his seat to eat. After lunch, I cleared the dishes from the table and went to the kitchen to clean up. My father-in-law sat on the sofa in the living room watching TV. After cleaning, I poured him a glass of juice. As he took the juice, he deliberately touched my hand. I was startled. Before my father-in-law could even catch the cup properly, I let go, and the juice spilled all over him.
I quickly apologized, grabbed a box of tissues from the coffee table, and bent down to wipe him clean. As I bent over, my breasts were once again exposed, my two smooth, white mounds jiggling!
My father-in-law, sitting on the sofa, stared intently at my chest. The juice had spilled most heavily around the zipper of his pants, so I grabbed several tissues and started wiping it off.
I noticed something gradually bulging inside his pants, so I pretended not to notice and wiped it even harder. This aroused him to the point where he couldn't resist any longer; his face flushed, his eyes burned, and his breathing became rapid. He raised his hand and slowly moved closer to me, but I continued wiping, still pretending not to notice.
Suddenly, I felt his strong arms encircle my waist. My reaction wasn't to immediately pull away, but to wriggle my body, trying to keep him from getting too close. However, his hands moved around my waist, gradually becoming more and more invasive. My heart pounded even harder as he touched me, my soft hands continuing to rub his increasingly sensitive, bulging area.
My father-in-law's hands slid down, cupping my buttocks and pulling me closer, so we were pressed together.
I felt a little flustered and excited, but I still pretended to be surprised and let out a soft "Ouch," without trying to pull away or back.
I deliberately tried to gently break free from him, blushing, and said, "No!"
He pulled me close, kissing my cheeks and gently biting my earlobe. I still said, "No."
He slipped his tongue into my ear. I cried out, "Ah!" and my whole body went limp and trembled. His left hand was around my waist, and his right hand touched my breasts, gently pressing them.
"Ah...no...don't do this...Daddy...Mommy will come back...ah...she...will come back...
" I started babbling incoherently. He ignored me and continued his lewd advances. I only heard him say, "My son is so lucky to have such a beautiful wife, why can't I, as his father?" As he spoke, he forcefully grabbed my hand, pulled me into his arms, and made me turn around. I also lay down on the sofa.
He rolled over and pressed himself on top of me, kissing my mouth while frantically unbuttoning my shirt.
I deliberately shook my head to avoid his kisses, but soon he kissed me anyway. He lifted my shirt, pushed my small white bra up to my breasts, opened his mouth and took my nipple in, gently sucking on it. "Ah...ah..." I cried out softly.
He also pressed his hard, steel-like penis against my private parts. Feeling dizzy, I gasped for breath, my hands gradually encircling his head, though I kept saying, "No...no..." He seemed to sense my reaction and stopped for a moment, but remained on top of me, gazing at my beautiful face. I opened my hazy eyes and looked at him.
He said to me, "My dear daughter-in-law, ever since your mother-in-law went through menopause, I've forgotten that such a delicious treat as you exists in this world. Ever since you married into our family, I've been secretly watching you every day, admiring your beautiful body, hoping to have the chance to experience a young and beautiful woman like you!"
"Dad... but... if Ah Bin (my husband) and Mom... find out..."
"No 'buts,' just give me this once, okay! As long as we don't tell anyone, they won't know. My dear daughter-in-law, just this once, okay? I've really been captivated by your body for months. Whenever you're home, I want to possess you all the time! Your face, your breasts, especially those snow-white, beautiful legs, are constantly on my mind."
As the old man spoke, his hands were never idle, gently rubbing my breasts and pinching my nipples with his thumb and forefinger. My nipples, which were originally only the size of soybeans, quickly hardened and enlarged under his thumb and forefinger, standing erect like a pair of bright red cherries. Truly, experience is the best teacher; he was even better at teasing me than my husband. Coupled with my recent desire to try making love with a man much older than me, I became increasingly powerless against him. But after all, he was my father-in-law. The thought of living in the same house in the future inevitably brought mixed feelings of love and fear—fear of being hurt.
"But," I gasped, unable to speak, as he rubbed and kneaded me with his palms and fingers. "Good daughter-in-law, stop with the 'buts, buts,' take advantage of the fact that no one's home today! I promise I'll love you even more in the future, and I won't let my son bully you!"
When a man wants your body, he'll make any demands and say anything, but a woman still feels very happy inside. But I still couldn't agree to him right away; I had to pretend a little longer. "But, but," he said, disregarding everything, bending down to kiss me, taking off my already loosened shirt, and then reaching behind me to unhook my bra, easily removing it.
A pair of white, tender, and full, perky breasts were completely exposed, and I unconsciously covered my nipples with my hands.
He pulled my hands away, his right hand grasping and kneading my left breast, while his mouth moved down to my right nipple, licking and sweeping the tip with his tongue, waves of tingling pleasure washing over me. He was truly more skilled at flirting and more experienced than my husband.
After a while, he switched sides, wrapping his right arm around me, his left hand kneading the nipple he had just sucked on, while his mouth, like a powerful vacuum cleaner, forcefully sucked at my left breast, almost sucking the entire breast into his mouth, his tongue circling my nipple incessantly. Oh my god! This feeling is so wonderful! My husband has never flirted with me like this before. I can feel the love fluid secreted from my private parts, soaking my panties. My body is too weak to resist anymore, and my heart has convinced me: I don't need to pretend anymore. I should temporarily forget my husband and accept this excited old man in front of me. Perhaps today he can give me the kind of intimacy I can never experience with my husband! I decided to surrender to him. He would occasionally suck and thrust his big penis forcefully into my private parts. Soon
, I started moaning indistinctly, "Mmm... mmm..." feeling unbearably aroused.
In my blissful daze, I unconsciously held his head with both hands, demanding more from him. He seemed to understand my feelings. He freed his left hand from my right breast, slid it across my smooth, sexy abdomen, down to my leg, and slipped it inside my short skirt. First, he touched my tender, hot thigh, and then boldly and reluctantly caressed it. "Mmm... mmm... ah... ah..." My moans grew louder.
His mouth was still sucking on my left breast. His body slid off me to the sofa, kneeling beside me. He used both his hands and mouth, his left hand gently caressing my legs, while his mouth sucked on my breast and gently bit my nipple. "Mmm...ah..." I moaned contentedly, feeling incredibly good from his bites.
Then his mouth and tongue slowly moved from my left breast down my smooth abdomen, licking and kissing my legs. My eyes were hazy as I watched his kisses, which added to the stimulation, and my whole body trembled with unbearable pleasure. I sat up slightly, resting my head on the armrest of the sofa, half-reclining, so I could see more clearly the tenderness he was giving me. I also spread my legs wide open, my skirt no longer covering me, completely exposed. He knelt at my feet, resting his head on my pink thighs, looking at my alluring lower body. With my skirt open, I was only covered by my panties.
My white, sheer thong panties, tied with bows on both sides, were already almost transparent from the moisture of my vaginal fluids, unable to conceal the dark shadow beneath. Pubic hair peeked out from the sides of the fabric, making my private parts appear swollen and bulging. He drooled, seemingly jealous of my husband, saying, "My good daughter-in-law, you little slut, you're truly a natural beauty. I'm so jealous of my son, able to enjoy this ultimate delicacy! He's so much luckier than me."
"Father...father-in-law..."
"Little slut, I only realized today that you also have needs. I love your little panties to death!"
"Hmm...father-in-law, I'm not coming anymore..."
He swallowed hard, and through my thin, transparent thong, he began to rub my genitals with his right index finger.
I tilted my head back and moaned, "Ah...ah..." He rubbed faster and faster, and my body trembled. My crotch was soaked and sticky, visible through the thin fabric. He stopped his finger's assault, lowered his head to lick the nectar from the fabric, and slowly untied and pulled down the bows on both sides of my panties, revealing my pubic hair.
"Ah...ah..." I offered only token resistance before letting him remove my panties. Afterward, I wasn't ashamed and kept my legs wide open so he could see clearly. His eyes widened, staring at my beautiful vulva, his gaze growing increasingly enamored.
"Little slut, your pubic hair is so thick and bushy. Even when I was wearing briefs, some of it was sticking out of my underwear. If I had known you were such a slut, I wouldn't have held back until today." He said as he hoisted my legs onto his shoulders, my vulva completely exposed to him. He found my clitoris and gently pressed it with his fingertips.
"Oh... um... um..." Like being electrocuted, I went limp. He started to eat me with his tongue, first licking my clitoris from bottom to top, making me writhe uncontrollably. Then he sucked and licked along my labia, occasionally inserting his tongue deep into my vagina, making me moan loudly.
"Ah... ah... Dad... be gentle... no... harder... ah... so... so beautiful..."
"Don't call me dad, I'm not your dad anymore. Call me brother, call me brother from now on!" Waves of my juices flowed out, and he licked them all clean, still relentlessly attacking that one spot.
"Oh... what should I do... I feel so good... ah... brother... ah... um... um..."
I kept pushing my vulva towards his mouth.
"Oh... ah... ah... brother... stop... this... I can't take it... ah... um...
no more... oh... no more..." He teased me for a while before stopping, his mouth full of vaginal fluid, looking utterly disheveled. He took off his clothes. I sat up with great interest and watched. When he took off his underwear, I saw his erect and thick penis and couldn't help but exclaim "Wow!" in surprise at its magnificence. It must be at least 17 or 18 centimeters long, at least 5 centimeters longer and thicker than my husband's.
"Isn't my son's penis this big?" he asked me. I shook my head shyly. He laughed and said, "I haven't even started yet!" He came to me, took my slender hand and made me grasp his large penis. I complied and began to stroke it back and forth. His penis was indeed much larger than my husband's, harder than steel, with prominent veins on the shaft—both cute and terrifying. I stroked his hard, large penis with great pleasure.
He held my head in his hands and pushed it towards his large penis. I took it into my mouth and sucked hard, holding his leg with my left hand and gently kneading his testicles with my right. His glans was so big, filling my mouth completely.
"Good girl, good...so good, again..." He grabbed my head even harder and cried out, "Good girl...good wife, oh...so good!!!" I sat in front of him, his penis constantly moving in and out of my mouth, occasionally glancing at his reaction. His penis stood erect, his face flushed with arousal, and his expression was radiant. I licked his engorged glans with my tongue, occasionally biting it lightly with my teeth.
"Mmm...mmm...good...mmm...again..." He was extremely excited and pushed me down onto the sofa. He lay on top of me, our naked bodies pressed tightly together. He hugged me tightly with satisfaction and said, "You're so good. You lick even better than your mother-in-law did when she was young." I cooperated by spreading my legs. His impatient penis wandered around, unable to find the entrance to my tender hole. I moved my buttocks to help him, letting the glans touch the entrance, which was already overflowing with lustful fluid.
His right hand held his large penis, rubbing the glans against my entrance dozens of times before pushing open my labia and thrusting forward to insert the glans. After a few more thrusts, the entire penis was inside, swallowed by my lustful hole. "Ah...mmm...so good..." I began to moan lasciviously. He began to work hard.
"Ah...ah...ouch...oh...good father-in-law...you're so big..."
"You can't call me father-in-law!" he said. "You have to call me husband..."
"Ah...good...husband...ah...so good...you...ah...so good..." I wrapped my legs high around his waist, thrusting my buttocks forward to meet his thrusts, shouting loudly, "Hmm...good husband...good...brother...brother...sister...so...comfortable...so...good..."
"My good slut, today I finally got you...I've satisfied my pent-up desires of many months!!!"
"Good husband...so comfortable...ah...I love...husband so much...ah...ah..."
"From now on I'm your good father-in-law, your big cock...dear brother...brother...you're my darling...
lover..."
"Ah...good husband...fuck me to death...you're so big...so hard...so powerful...oh...oh...big cock...brother...brother...faster...fuck...faster...a little...harder
...to the left...uh...right there...ah...so comfortable...Yue, a little harder...ah..."
…I just blurted out random words.
He thrust even harder, and his cock was indeed longer, thicker, and harder than my husband's—it was amazing.
“Good husband…dear…father-in-law…ah…I feel so good…oh…”
“You slutty wife…” the father-in-law said, “You’re so slutty, can my son…satisfy you?”
“Hmm…ah…he…is okay…but not as good as…you…dear father-in-law…you’re better…you’re so good at…fucking my hole…”
“Hmm…like this…is it good…” He thrust and rubbed from both sides, “Is your…cock…big…does it feel good…fucking you…your little hole is so beautiful…tighter…than…your mother-in-law’s when she was young…I feel so…good…you’re squeezing me…so good…I love…you…
love…you…”
"Mmm...mmm...you're so amazing...so incredible...ah...ah...your...penis...it's making my bones...feel...melt...so much better than your son...ah...you've hit my G-spot again...ah..."
He compared me to my mother-in-law, and I compared him to my husband! The thrill of incest only intensified our lust. He really did fuck me better than my husband. My husband usually ejaculates after four, five, or six hundred thrusts, but he had already thrust more than a thousand times and was still attacking me fiercely.
"Oh...oh..." I gently bit his shoulder, "So good...good brother...ah...
I want you...I want you to fuck me every day...ah...I'm so beautiful..."
"Really?" he asked, "How do I feel compared to my son?"
"He...ah...he also fucks me...um...very good...but...dear brother...you
...are better...stronger...you fuck me...more good than him..."
Encouraged by me, he deliberately thrust deeper, pressing firmly against my clitoris, rotating his hips, kneading and grinding. "Ah...oh...it really feels so good...ah...so good...from now on...ah...you're my...husband. Ah...yes...like that...harder...ah..."
Hearing my words, he thrust even harder. I was so overwhelmed by his ministrations that I started babbling incoherently: "Ah...ah...I'm going to die...dear brother...my darling...ah...coming..." It
felt so good, my vagina tightened, a warm current surged from my body to his glans, and I climaxed.
I couldn't help but cry out: "Ah!...ah!...ah...ah...I'm coming...I'm coming...ah..."
He still wouldn't let me go, continuing to thrust forcefully. His right hand reached for my anus, which was already soaked with vaginal fluid. He gently played with the entrance, making me moan "oh...oh..." again.
Suddenly, he thrust his middle finger in, squeezing a portion inside my anus, and I cried out even more pleasure.
"Oh...ah...what...what is this...feeling...oh...good...good...how can it be so...comfortable...ah...ah..."
With him attacking from both ends, my plump, white buttocks swayed like waves. He continued thrusting, penetrating, and grinding, his penis growing longer and thicker with each thrust, filling me completely, each stroke hitting my G-spot. My juices flowed incessantly towards his glans, I climaxed repeatedly, my vagina trembling and contracting.
About ten more minutes passed, my climaxes continuous, I estimated he had thrust over a thousand times. He seemed unable to hold back any longer; I could clearly feel his glans swelling even more. He thrust in about fifty or sixty more times, thick, hot semen spraying deep into my vagina.
"Oh…good wife…slutty…woman…I’m coming…"
"Heh…heh…good husband…dear brother…quick…quick…quick…give…
all…your…seeds…to…me…"
"Good…good…all…to…you…ah…ah…so good…so good…"
He lay on top of me. Our bodies pressed even closer together, we slumped on the sofa, unwilling to get up. He kept telling me how good it felt to have sex with me. After that, we frequently sought opportunities to make love. Each time was like the first time, intense and satisfying, leaving us both thoroughly refreshed. Whenever my husband was away on business, I would leave the bedroom door unlocked. While my mother-in-law slept, he would sneak into my room and be intimate with me.
Sometimes, when we didn't have a chance for a long time, we would take half a day off from work and go to a motel for a passionate encounter. Our relationship has lasted for over a year now, and neither my husband nor my mother-in-law knows. My father-in-law, behind my mother-in-law's back, treats me as his wife and dotes on me even more.
I have two men at the same time. Under the double care of my husband and father-in-law, my life has become more colorful. However, sometimes I still feel guilty. I've thought more than once about ending this relationship, which is considered abnormal by society, but once you're on a treacherous ship, it's hard to get off.
Now I'm over four months pregnant. I don't know who the father of my baby is: my husband or my father-in-law? Whenever my father-in-law asks me to make love, I can't resist his temptation. Because he truly gives me so much, so much excitement and pleasure that my husband can't provide. Every time I make love with my father-in-law, I tell myself again and again that this is the last time, but I still can't stop.
I believe that if a woman cheats, once she's hooked, it's like becoming addicted to smoking—it's really hard to quit. I don't encourage every woman to be like me. But making love with my father-in-law is indeed a pleasure. His gentleness, thoughtfulness, delightful techniques, and incredibly long-lasting sexual ability always bring me to multiple orgasms, leaving me feeling blissful and happy. [The End]
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