I have a lot of breast milk.

My name is Peipei, and I just turned 24 this year. I have a large H-cup bust, and I'm afraid to walk too fast because I'm worried about
attracting too much attention. I got married last year, and my husband treats me very well and is very obedient to me, so I also take very good care of
him . About a month ago, I gave birth to a daughter. My daughter is very cute, and I hold her in
my arms almost every day. Firstly, it helps to cover my large breasts, and secondly, my daughter is always hungry and wants to nurse, so I'm
always ready to feed her. My husband works at an internet company with good benefits, so I live a carefree life at home.
My husband says that all I need to do is take good care of our daughter. So I'm at home with
my my daughter is always hungry, I don't wear a bra, only a breast support to prevent my breasts from deforming. As a result, my
clothes are always soaked with breast milk, and my nipples are always wet. I feel so embarrassed if strangers see this. One day at noon, my husband called from work to say he needed to work overtime and wouldn't be home until very late.
He told me to lock the door and get some rest. I could only reluctantly agree and tell him to keep up the good work. Why
was I reluctant? It was probably because of my overly full breasts. I had so much milk that my daughter couldn't finish it all
, and my husband had to help me express it before bed every night. Tonight, without him
around, I was going to burst from engorgement. What should I do? Just as I was feeling down, my daughter started crying again. I immediately rushed to her crib, picked her up
, quickly rolled up her milk-soaked clothes, and gently put my nipple into her mouth so she
could suckle and be full. Because she's only a little over a month old and doesn't have teeth yet, no matter how hard she
bit (I put it in quotes because she doesn't have teeth), I didn't feel any pain
. Instead, I felt a surge of excitement with each suckle. At that moment, I wished my husband were here with me
so he could suckle with my daughter. I missed my husband. Just as I was imagining my husband
suckling me, the phone rang, jolting me awake. I picked up my daughter and walked
to the phone, feeding her as I went. "Hello?" I said, picking up the phone. "Oh! Is this Peipei? It's Mom!" came the voice on the other end. "Oh, it's Mom. What's up? Are you alright?" I said. "I'm fine, nothing's wrong. I just wanted to see you. I haven't held my granddaughter much since she was born,
I really want to hold her," Mom said. "Great! You and Dad can come stay with us tonight. My husband's not home tonight, so
we can look after each other." "Really? Your dad and I will come right away. We miss our granddaughter so much!" Mom said. "Okay, Mom, be careful. I'll make you a delicious dinner!" I said. "So sweet!" "Your dad and I will be there in an hour!" Mom said. "Okay! Bye-bye, Mom!" I hung up the phone. The person who just called me was my mother-in-law, my husband's mother. Since I was discharged from the hospital, my mother-in-law and father
-in-law haven't come to my house. No wonder they miss their granddaughter so much. Today, let them play with her. Thinking about this, a strange feeling I had when I married my husband
welled up inside me. The reason is that my husband is actually two years younger than me, and my mother-in-law and father-in-law married and had children early, so she's not much older than me.
Therefore , rather than calling her my mother-in-law, she looks quite young,
which is why I felt strange. Thinking about this, I realized my daughter had already spat out her nipple; she was full, but I
was still engorged. What should I do? Oh well, it's already one o'clock. I'll take a nap first. So,
after putting my daughter to sleep, I went to sleep myself. *Knock knock knock knock knock…* A series of knocks on the door startled me awake. I guessed it was my in-laws.
So I slipped on my slippers and, still half-asleep, ran to open the door. As soon as I opened it, I squinted and called out, " Mom and
Dad!" But I found them staring at me with their mouths agape. I looked in the direction they were looking—oh no!
I hadn't changed my clothes after feeding my daughter, and my already wet clothes were now soaked
through , my nipples standing erect. I instinctively gasped and immediately turned to run
to the bathroom to change. As I ran, I realized I was only wearing a black lace panty
, my buttocks bouncing up and down with each step. I completely ignored my in-laws' stares; I just wanted
to find somewhere to hide. It was so embarrassing! Finally, I reached the bathroom. I sighed and realized my clothes were soaked with breast milk
. I'd run there, so there were several milk streaks on my clothes. I immediately took off my outer garment and found
my breast support was also wet. What should I do? There weren't any extra clothes or breast support in the bathroom, and the milk
kept flowing. Just then, someone knocked on the bathroom door. "Peipei, are you alright?" Mom asked. "Ah, Mom, I'm fine, it's just…" I said shyly. "Ah, just what?" Mom asked quickly. "Mom, I… I'm embarrassed to say. Please come in. I know
there are two women in the house besides my mother-in-law and me, and also my father-in-law, so I'm a little embarrassed to say it directly. I wanted you to come in and talk." "Okay, open the door." So I opened the door. The instant I opened it, I saw my father-in-law staring intently
towards . Luckily, I had been covering my breasts with my arms, otherwise he would have seen everything. However, I guess he still
saw a lot, especially the traces of milk still visible on my stomach. After my mother-in-law came in, I immediately
closed the door because my father-in-law's gaze scared me. Although my mother-in-law was a woman, she couldn't help but open her mouth wide when she saw me. "Wow,
Peipei, your figure is really good!" "Mom..." I said shyly. "What's wrong, Peipei? What did you just say?" My mother-in-law seemed to have noticed something, but still
continued to ask. "Mom, you saw it? My clothes are all wet, and there aren't any extra clothes to wear in the bathroom
," I said, feeling wronged. "Oh, really? Then I'll go get some for you!" my mother-in-law replied. "But, but, the milk just keeps flowing! I guess I wasn't sleeping properly during my afternoon nap
, and my breasts were constantly being squeezed. Even changing my clothes made them wet!" I said pitifully. "Yes, Peipei, what should we do?" Mom asked. We were both in the bathroom trying to figure out what to do. Milk was still flowing from my breasts in
gushes ?" my mother-in-law suddenly said, blushing. "Ah, Mom, what good idea have you thought of?" I asked, puzzled. "Look, this isn't working. Let me help you suck it out," Mom said, blushing. "Ah! Mom, that's so embarrassing, please don't." My face turned red too. "Mom's a woman too, what's there to be embarrassed about? Come on, let me help you." Mom's face turned even redder.
"Okay, okay, Mom, thank you." My face turned completely red, and my voice trembled. So I supported my right breast, and my mother-in-law squatted down slightly. She opened her mouth and
gently took my nipple into her mouth. She didn't dare move, afraid I would suddenly regret not letting her suckle. Actually, I
didn't understand why she volunteered this suggestion, because in my opinion,
most people wouldn't do that. Seeing that I didn't resist much, she finally relaxed and began to suckle. She held my hand,
and I felt my palms were sweating, because I couldn't believe that a woman was drinking my milk,
and that she was my mother-in-law. My mother-in-law began to slowly and forcefully suckle my breast. I could feel my milk
flowing out in gushes. This force was different from when my daughter suckled, because my daughter didn't have this much strength
and was simply suckling to get food. It was also different from my husband. Although he
would touch me while suckling, he was still my husband, and the excitement wasn't as strong as it was now. Now, I felt every hair
on my body stand on end, and waves of tingling sensations came from my nipples. I was terrified that my mother-in-law would suddenly
stop; I felt like I would die if she stopped. I wanted her to keep suckling, even if she emptied her breasts. My mother-in-law seemed to sense my thoughts and became bolder and bolder while suckling. Suddenly, her tongue began to tease
me . Her tongue was very agile. At first, it only touched my nipples very lightly from time to time, but that was
enough to make my body tremble. Every time her tongue touched my nipple, my body would tremble.
Her hand still held mine tightly, and I felt that my palms were completely sweaty. I
had never experienced this kind of excitement before. Suddenly, my mother-in-law slowed down the frequency of her tongue touching my nipple. She started circling it, one circle, two
circles. My body couldn't take it anymore; I almost collapsed. In a flash, she released
my hand and grabbed my waist to prevent me from falling. She was about my height, but
tall enough to hug me. Even as she hugged me, her mouth remained on my nipple, continuing to circle it with her tongue.
She used more and more force, her tongue now pressing against my nipple. I couldn't take it anymore; it felt so good,
so good. Just as I was enjoying this, my mother-in-law released my nipple. I could see that even after she released it,
milk was still flowing, probably from the vigorous sucking. And my nipple was opening and closing—I'd
never seen it like this before. My mother-in-law smiled and said, "Peipei, look, I've been so focused on one side
that so Come on, let Mom help you stop it with her hand." My mother-in-law gently pressed her other hand, which wasn't around my waist, against my nipple, while continuing to suckle
the one she had been taking. Because of her embrace, my body was arched backward, my
long black hair hanging straight down to the ground. My left breast was being sucked vigorously, while my right breast was being pressed down by her hand. This continued for over a minute. Then, my mother-in-law gently rubbed my right nipple with her palm, making circular motions up, down, left, and right,
one after another, without any rhythm. Because my mother-in-law often did housework, her hands were inevitably
rough , and my nipple was being rubbed like this, causing my body to tremble more and more violently. I gradually lost control and began to moan softly, very quietly, afraid that
my mother-in-law would hear. I felt that my black lace panties were completely soaked. I had never felt
so wet before, and now I was wet so much because of a woman, let alone my mother-in-law. However,
my slightest sense of guilt was immediately replaced by excitement. It felt so good, so good! Mother-in-law, don't stop! Mother-in-law,
please suck me dry! Suddenly, someone knocked on the bathroom door. "What are you two doing in there? You've been in for so long, is something wrong?" It turned out to be my father-in-law, sensing
something was wrong and knocking to ask what was going on. "Um... Father-in-law... Mom and I are fine... nothing's wrong..." Because I was afraid my mother-in-law would stop, I
quickly answered him, still letting out soft moans as I spoke, hoping he wouldn't notice. "Really? That's good! If you need help, just tell me!" my father-in-law said kindly. "Okay... um... um... thank you, Father-in-law..." I quickly replied, suppressing my moans. Hearing my father-in-law's footsteps as he left, I pushed my chest forward forcefully so my mother-in-law could get more milk .
She spat out the nipple, blushing, and continued drinking from the other breast, while her hand began
rubbing . Perhaps because my left breast had been almost completely emptied, I didn't see much milk flowing.
So, instead of rubbing with her palm, she started pinching my nipple with her thumb and forefinger, rubbing it left and right,
changing its shape in various ways—it was so cute! After about three or four minutes of this, seeing that both breasts were almost empty, my mother-in-law
released her nipple, smiled at me, and then, without saying a word, opened the bathroom door and left. At first, I was
puzzled—why did she just leave without saying a word? But that was quickly overshadowed by the tingling sensation from her suckling
. It had felt so good, so exciting. How was I supposed to face her after this? And
should I tell my husband? What if it caused a rift between us
? After all, this wasn't something I should have done. My mind raced, the excitement almost completely dissipated. Then I suddenly realized she must
have gone out to get me a nursing bra and a coat, so I gently left the bathroom door a crack to
see if she was coming back. But what I saw shocked me. My mother-in-law was kissing my father-in-law on the sofa, and what's worse, there was still fresh, white milk from my breast on their lips.
It turns out the reason my mother-in-law left without speaking to me was because she had my breast in her mouth, and now
she was feeding it all to my father-in-law! My mother-in-law seemed to notice me watching her, so she immediately separated from my father-in-law, gave him a wink
, and went to my room, probably to get me some clothes. My father-in-law, however, was still savoring my mother-in-law's
kiss, or more accurately, he was enjoying my breast milk, as his tongue was licking
the remaining . After licking, he looked towards the bathroom. When I saw him looking over, I immediately closed the door, leaned against it with my back to it,
still unable to believe what I had just witnessed. My head was buzzing. Good heavens, what was that all about? My father-in-law indirectly drank my
milk! However, a thought suddenly popped into my head: Is my breast milk tasty? Do my mother-in-law and
father-in-law like it? Do they want more? I know I'm still a little overwhelmed by what just happened, but immediately I feel
incredibly excited. Something I never even imagined before is so thrilling! I shouldn't tell my husband about this yet...
I was afraid he wouldn't be able to accept it right away. Meanwhile, my mother-in-law was helping me find my clothes and bras. She opened my wardrobe, and a
huge . I've always enjoyed collecting these things, and my husband always buys all sorts of things online
for me to try on, so I naturally have a lot of sexy underwear. With a lewd grin, she pulled out a pink thong and a very low-cut burgundy pencil skirt
, then took a pale yellow bra and left my room. As she passed through the living room
, she smiled at my father-in-law sitting on the sofa. When he saw what she was carrying, his eyes widened, and
he Ignoring his gesture, she went straight to the bathroom, knocked, and came in. "Peipei, I searched your wardrobe for ages, but I couldn't find anything to wear. Here, I
found these for you. Just wear whatever you like," she said. At that moment, I thought to myself, "Mother-in-law, this is my home. How could I not know
how many clothes I have in my wardrobe? You're deliberately making me wear these so Father-in-law can feast his eyes, aren't you
? Fine, I'll do as you wish!" "Okay, thank you, Mother-in-law!" I replied. So I took the thong, turned my back to Mother-in-law,
and slowly began to take off my already soaking wet black lace panties, wiggling my white buttocks in a small arc as I did so. Suddenly, Mother-in-law gently patted my
buttocks and said, "Peipei, your buttocks are so white and big! So much better than when I was young!" I was almost startled and fell over from the pat, but luckily I grabbed the wall to avoid embarrassment. Actually, Mother-in-law's
buttocks weren't small either; at least to me, they were quite fleshy. If she sat on a stool, her buttocks could cover the entire stool. "No, Mother-in-law, your buttocks are the big ones!" I replied shyly. After putting on my thong, I reached for the breast support from my mother-in-law, then put on my bodycon skirt. When I turned to face her, she was stunned. My H-cup breasts stretched the skirt
taut , and because the skirt was very thin,
my nipples were clearly visible. Even worse, the skirt had a very large opening at the chest, exposing half of my breasts, including my areolas.
Thanks to the breast support, my breasts showed no signs of sagging, and my nipples were
pointing forward. Since my mother-in-law had already emptied my breasts, the skirt wouldn't get wet for a while.
The bodycon skirt, as its name suggests, tightly hugged my buttocks, just barely covering them
. If I sat or squatted, my buttocks would definitely be exposed. I would
never ; I only wore it occasionally to seduce my husband. I never dared to imagine myself dressed like this in front of my in-
laws . My mother-in-law glared at me for a few seconds, then immediately smiled and complimented my figure, saying
it was their honor that their son had married someone like me. I mumbled a few words of 'no, no,' because my mind was
completely elsewhere. I wanted to know what my father-in-law's expression would be when he saw me like this. Then my mother-in-law opened the bathroom door and took my hand as we walked out. My father-in-law heard the door open and
looked at us. I still clearly remember his expression—an indescribable sense of aggression.
I felt like I had been raped by his gaze, and he seemed to enjoy it. "Father-in-law, Mother-in-law, I was so rude earlier. I rushed to the bathroom as soon as you arrived and haven't even
had time to pour tea yet," I said, blushing. My mother-in-law let go of my hand and walked towards my father-in-law, who was sitting on the sofa. He quickly replied, "Why would we be
so formal? We're all family." "That's true," I said, my voice slightly affected by his older sisterly manner. "But you are my elders." "By the way, Peipei, where's my granddaughter? I want to hold her," my mother-in-law suddenly asked. "Oh, she's sleeping. I'll bring her over right now," I said. "Oh, my granddaughter is sleeping
? Peipei, you don't need to wake her. I'll go check on her myself," my mother-in-law said, standing up and walking towards my daughter's room. Suddenly, I felt awkward. Only my father-in-law and I were left in the living room. I instinctively looked at him, and
I found him still looking at me with that same expression. My face flushed red again. To avoid further embarrassment, I had to
do something else. "Oh, Father-in-law, look at my memory! I just said I'd make you tea, and I haven't! I'll go make
you some!" I immediately went to the kitchen, boiled the water, and then remembered that the tea leaves were in the drawer under the TV.
So I rushed back to the living room, knelt on the floor, and rummaged through the drawer for ages, but still couldn't find them. Suddenly, I realized I was only wearing a pencil skirt and a thong, which meant my
buttocks were completely exposed to my father-in-law. If it were before, I would have immediately gotten up and changed, but
after what had happened today, I just wanted more excitement. Thinking about how my father-in-law was
staring at my buttocks in disbelief, I felt a little wet down there, and I wanted him to see as much as possible. So, I slowly
started wiggling my hips as I searched for the tea leaves, because I didn't want him to know I was doing it on purpose. While wiggling my hips, I said, "Father-in-law, I'm sorry, I haven't found my tea leaves yet." "Ah...it's okay...it's okay, Peipei, take your time looking..." I could clearly feel my father-in-law breathing heavily as he spoke. After twisting like this for two or three minutes, I felt him stand up from the sofa and slowly walk towards me.
I also felt my lower body was soaked; some water even seeped out from the front of my thong. My father-in-law walked closer and closer, and my buttocks continued to wiggle involuntarily. He was very close now, and my heart was pounding faster and faster. I closed my eyes, waiting for him to reach out his
strong hand and violate my exposed buttocks. I wanted him to rub hard, to forcefully pull down my thong,
and then enter my body. I wanted it, I wanted it! "Hey, husband, our granddaughter is awake. Come and see her." I looked towards the source of the voice and saw
my mother-in suddenly walk into the living room, speaking to my father-in-law who was about to lose control. My father-in-law was also suddenly startled. I looked at him, and he glanced at me, swallowed hard, and
walked towards my mother-in-law. "Come on, let me see our lovely granddaughter," he said. Then he and my mother-in-law went into
their daughter's room. I remained kneeling in front of the television, feeling somewhat disappointed, but also thankful that I hadn't done anything
out of line , otherwise the family would have been in complete chaos. I picked up the tea leaves I had already found and stood up, tugging at my tight-fitting skirt
that barely covered my buttocks. My mother-in-law must have seen my lewd behavior, but she didn't say anything. Did she approve? Thinking about this, I went into the kitchen to continue making tea. After the tea was brewed, I felt my breasts were a little swollen, probably
because my earlier actions had suddenly increased my milk supply. I looked at my tight-fitting skirt; my breasts were a little
wet again. However, I felt incredibly sexy, and I didn't want to hide my prominent nipples, so I...
I wanted to show it to my father-in-law. Looking at the brewed tea, a sudden idea struck me. Wasn't he just drinking my breast milk? I
wondered if he still wanted some. And since my breasts were a little engorged, I decided to let it sit. So I pulled down the straps of my pencil skirt,
cupped my breasts with my hands, and slowly squeezed the milk into the tea. "Father
-in-law, how about trying this special milk tea I made for you today?" I squeezed harder, initially holding my nipple above the tea, but gradually
increasing the pressure until it started spraying. Milk splattered into the cup, some even spilling outside, and my
hands were covered in residue. I wanted to make my father-in-law happy; I wanted him to taste all my breast milk. So, I filled a cup with milk tea, pulled the shoulder strap back up, and carried
my special cup out of the kitchen. My in-laws were already sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding my daughter.
Blushing, I walked up to them and handed them the two cups of milk tea I had made. My mother-in-law took
the tea and noticed the color was slightly different, asking what it was. I shyly explained that I had added some milk to the tea.
My father-in-law's eyes immediately fell on my breasts; my nipples hardened in his presence, and my chest became
increasingly wet. "Waaah...waaah..." my daughter burst into tears. "Oh dear, granddaughter, what's wrong?" my mother-in-law said worriedly. "Mom, let me see," I said, hugging my daughter tightly. "Oh! Baby's hungry.
Come on, Mom still has some milk; baby wants to eat." Just as I was about to take off my bra strap to breastfeed, I realized I wanted to expose myself to my father-in-law, even though my mother-in-law was
right there. Perhaps she wouldn't mind, right? So, instead of taking off the bra strap, I rolled up my pencil skirt from underneath, then over my hips,
abdomen, and finally to my breasts. I rolled it up again, exposing one breast. More importantly, my
lower body was only covered by a black lace thong, and my waist was completely bare. I put my hands behind my back and
unhooked the breast bra, then took it off and placed it aside. Finally, I casually began
breastfeeding . My father-in-law and mother-in-law were stunned. At first, they were surprised by my actions, but gradually
they were amazed by my beautiful figure. It was truly stunning. I heard my father-in-law swallow. He was sitting right next to me; I could feel his breathing and his heartbeat. Actually, I was very
nervous and shy, so I slowly turned my back to my father-in-law and mother-in-law. While this prevented
them from seeing my breasts, it still revealed my two white buttocks. Suddenly, my mother-in-law got up and said it was getting late, and she was going to the kitchen to wash some vegetables and prepare dinner. My
father-in-law understood; she was deliberately leaving to give us an opportunity. So, only my father-in-law and I were left in the living room. There was an empty seat between us. I watched my mother-in-law go into the kitchen, and then slowly turned to my father-in-law.
He still stared intently at me. Originally, I was only going to expose one breast to feed my daughter, but now I
desperately wanted my father-in-law to violate me. So, I took out my other breast as well, and let my daughter nurse
from that breast. This left the breast closer to my father-in-law empty. I wanted him to come and suckle, to
suckle my nipple with his granddaughter. My father-in-law seemed to understand immediately. He slowly moved closer to me. He lowered his head, his nose very close to my nipple, but he didn't rush to suckle. Instead, he
carefully observed my erect breasts, admiring them. After a while, he gently blew on my nipple.
I trembled, and he took it into his mouth. I immediately felt a warm current from my nipple. I
closed my eyes, waiting for his suckling. His tongue was amazing, seemingly tireless, moving back and forth. I was already soaked.
He reached out and slid his hand down to my buttocks. He grabbed one side of my buttocks, gently touched it,
and then squeezed it hard. This happened several times, making me forget that my daughter was still beside me. At this point, I couldn't care less about
my daughter anymore, because I felt she had almost finished eating. So I put her on the sofa and gave her
a small toy to play with by herself. Throughout the entire process, my father-in-law's mouth never left my nipple; he
kept sucking, as if afraid I would leave. After settling my daughter, I knew my battle with my father-in-law was about to begin. At that moment, my mother-in-law in the kitchen was secretly watching us, her hand slowly reaching into her underwear. My father-in-law slowly adjusted his position, indicating that I wanted to hug him and rest his head on my lap.
So I shifted my body, letting him lie on the sofa with his head on my lap. He still
wouldn't let go of my nipple. After I adjusted my position, he pressed his face forcefully against my breast,
which stimulated my milk production. My father-in-law was suckling at one of my breasts, his hand also resting on the other. Because I wasn't wearing
a breast bra, my breast was slightly sagging, so he lifted it from below with his hand, then grasped
it as if holding something, swaying it from side to side and gently squeezing it. Occasionally, some milk would leak out, and
he would bring the breast to his mouth, but he wouldn't let go of the nipple he was already holding—
he wanted to suckle both nipples at the same time. I couldn't take it anymore; I was already soaking wet, my buttocks
undulating trembling even more violently than when my mother-in-law had helped me nurse. I grabbed his head tightly,
pressing him towards my breast; I wanted to shove my entire breast into his mouth, and I wanted to shove his
entire into my mouth. He sucked on me like that for almost two minutes. Then, my father-in-law slowly pulled at my pencil skirt. He wanted me
to pull it down so his head could be inside. So I did as he asked
, pulling the skirt down so his head was covered. He took his hand off his chest and slowly
slid it towards mine. He grabbed my hand and guided it down to his groin,
stroking it back and forth. Then he released my hand, but I continued
stroking it through his pants. I could imagine how big his penis was. When I touched it through his pants, it felt
longer than my entire palm, and very hard. I wanted to feel its warmth immediately, so I quickly pulled his
pants down. A huge thing immediately sprang out, its head pointing straight at the ceiling. Wow, it's huge! It's a whole size bigger than my husband! And the massive thing is covered in veins; just looking at it, you can
feel its immense power. I couldn't wait to reach for it and grab it.
The moment I touched it, my father-in-law trembled and bit my nipple hard. It felt so wonderful. Because of my father-in-law's generation...
Since he hadn't been circumcised, his enormous penis moved up and down in my hands, the glans sometimes peeking out and sometimes
being covered by the foreskin—it was quite adorable. His hands weren't still either. He wrapped his strong arms around my waist, then moved down my waist, past
my thong, grabbing and kneading my buttocks. Both of his hands were on my buttocks, and he
changed from a lying position to trying to stand up. So I stood up
with him. Because he was about my height, his knees were slightly bent, but his head was still buried in my tight skirt, giving his hands
more freedom to grab my white buttocks. He sucked on my nipples, his hands on my buttocks, occasionally
spreading them apart, and then frequently touching my buttock cleft—there
wasn't a moment of peace. My father-in-law is much shorter than my husband, so I'd never done this with him before.
The feeling was truly amazing. After a while, my father-in-law removed his hand from my buttocks, then
pulled , finally taking it off and tossing it aside. He looked into my eyes, slowly bringing
his mouth closer. We kissed, and he quickly extended his tongue, invading my mouth. He touched
my tongue and immediately sucked, capturing it. We frantically sucked
on each other's tongues, while he hugged me tightly, flattening my large breasts. Slowly, he released my tongue, placing his hands on my shoulders and gently pressing down. I understood
; he wanted me to indulge in his enormous member. I slowly squatted down, finally kneeling on the ground.
His member pointed straight at me; I stared at it as if it were a gun that wouldn't hurt me.
Then I moved closer and closer, until it was right in front of my nose. I stuck out my tongue and gently licked
the glans. It had a weathered taste, but not of old age; rather, a profound maturity. I could
imagine how many women my father-in-law's enormous member had conquered, how many women, like me, had knelt before him ,
sucking on it. I thought to myself, I can't let my father-in-law think I'm inferior to those women; I must make him think
I'm the best. I slowly put his enormous member into my mouth, my tongue undulating over it, my hands stroking his testicles,
occasionally sucking on it—treating it like a precious treasure. My father-in-law was enjoying my ministrations, his hand gently stroking my hair, but his eyes remained fixed on me. Following
his gaze, I saw him looking at my mother-in-law in the kitchen, her appearance utterly
repulsive. In the kitchen, my mother-in-law's bra was off, her pants were down to her knees, and her hand
was stroking her private parts, occasionally licking around her mouth with her tongue, as if she were defiantly challenging my father-in-law. My father-in-law, seeing this, suddenly gave my mother-in-law a look. She immediately snapped out of her daze, slowly
straightened her clothes, and took out her phone from her coat pocket. She turned on the camera and pointed it at my father-in-law and me; she was taking pictures of us. But at that moment, I knew nothing. I only knew that from that moment on, everything about me changed.

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