Who stole the milk?

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The sun was high in the sky, and strong sunlight streamed through the window, shining directly on Mingda. "Damn! How can the sunlight be so strong!" he cursed, then got up and went into the bathroom for his usual wash. At that moment, UFO Radio was playing a song called "I Want to Hear It Again." Remembering last night, Mingda changed the lyrics and hummed happily, "...I want to taste the sweet and sour taste of my mother's milk again..."
He grabbed a piece of clothing and glanced at the clock; the hour hand was pointing to exactly one o'clock. "How could I have slept so long?" Mingda asked himself. On the floor lay his newly changed underwear, the obvious stains on it answering his question. "Right! I think I masturbated three or four times last night. Excessive indulgence, no wonder I slept so late." Thinking of his mother's adorable nipples, Mingda's penis swelled again. He scratched his crotch and muttered to himself, "Dad seems to be leaving the country today..." A smile crept onto his lips at this thought.
After descending the stairs, Mingda, who was originally heading to the kitchen for lunch, was captivated by a beautiful sight before him. He abandoned his meal plans and turned towards the living room. His change of direction didn't mean he wasn't hungry; rather, his lunch was right there in the living room.
Looking around, he saw his younger brother, Xiangru, placed on the sofa, his lower body naked, legs spread, waiting for their mother to change his diaper. If babies could talk, they'd probably be cursing at their older brothers right now!
Quietly approaching his mother from behind, Mingda abruptly pulled open Xiangru's shirt, his left hand pressing down on her shoulder while his right hand forcefully grabbed at her breast. What he saw next left Mingda speechless, followed by a burst of wild laughter. After his successful attack on his mother's breast, milk spurted from her nipple, tracing a white arc in the air. And, coincidentally, the arc ended at the baby's face on the sofa. "Wah...wah...wah..." The innocent baby, startled by the sudden splash of breast milk on his face, cried loudly.
"What are you doing?" Xiangru scolded Mingda a few times, half-smiling and half-angry, then picked up the baby and wiped his face with a tissue. "Don't pay attention to your bad brother! Come here, Mommy's darling, don't cry, don't cry, it's time to eat." Xiangru comforted the baby while placing him on her right breast. As the saying goes, "Share the good times and the bad." However, our protagonist—Mingda, being a top student, added, "Share the milk too." Since his younger brother had taken over his mother's right breast, as the older brother, he couldn't be outdone. He squatted down and greedily suckled at Xiangru's left nipple.
"Hey! I'm feeding your younger brother, not you. Your lunch is in the kitchen," Xiangru said with a laugh. Wiping the milk from his mouth, Mingda looked at his mother innocently and said, "But didn't you just say 'Mommy's darling, eat some milk'? Am I not your darling?" Hearing Mingda's coquettish voice, Xiangru replied, both amused and annoyed, "Fine! Fine! You can suckle if you want, but don't act all effeminate anymore."
Sleeping and eating, eating and sleeping—that's a baby's privilege. Xiangru got up from the sofa, carrying the sleepy-eyed infant, and walked towards the guest room next to the kitchen. Looking at his mother's graceful back and full hips, Mingda also stood up. Although his stomach was already full of his mother's milk, his little brother was desperately crying out "Hungry!" His little brother
was already asleep in the crib, and Xiangru bent down to cover her son with a blanket. Her perfectly tailored short skirt now looked like it was about to burst open from her plump buttocks. Seeing this, Mingda quietly took off his pants and underwear, and silently walked behind Xiangru.
"What are you doing? Take your hands off me!" Xiangru shouted, her hands tightly gripping the zipper of her skirt, which Mingda had already pulled down. The skirt eventually fell to the floor, and when Xiangru turned her head, she saw Mingda's erect penis. The hard, stiff rod in front of her reminded her of the military exercises shown on the news a few days ago. "It looks just like a cannon!" Xiangru thought to herself. Just as she was lost in her imagination, she suddenly felt a chill on her lower body. Looking down, she realized that Mingda had also taken off her white cotton underwear. Instinctively, Xiangru quickly covered her lush, dark forest with her hands, shouting, "Stop..." Then she pushed Mingda hard, sending him to the floor.
Xiangru's reaction greatly surprised Mingda. Logically speaking, his mother's behavior last night and today should have meant that she had tacitly agreed to have sex with him. He quickly realized, "Oh! What an idiot I am! What woman would accept such violent actions from a man, especially my mother!" With that thought, Mingda slowly stood up and said, "Mom, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! It's just… I really couldn't take it anymore!"
Reflecting on her recent behavior and observing her son's actions, Xiangru felt she had to take some responsibility. If she hadn't indulged Mingda and failed to stop him, perhaps this wouldn't have happened today. Thinking of this, she sat on the bed and said, "Mingda, I think we need to have a serious talk."
Xiangru said, "You know, me letting you suckle my breast doesn't mean I want to do 'that' with you." "You're at the peak of your energy, and I understand your behavior, but you seem to be venting your energy on the wrong person. Remember, I'm your mother..."
Before his mother could finish speaking, Mingda interrupted, "Mom, don't speak yet, let me ask you a few questions. If you can answer them, I promise nothing like this will happen again." "First, why did you put your hand on my head when I was drinking milk last night? Second, why did you make a sound when I touched your thigh? Third, at the age of virility, do you have absolutely no physical needs?"
Xiangru fell silent after hearing her son's questions. What should she answer? Mingda's questions were so sharp, so realistic in describing her reaction. If she really had to answer, there would only be five words: "Yes! I want it!" Suddenly, it felt as if a scorching iron rod had appeared in her hand. Snapping out of her chaotic thoughts, Xiangru realized that Mingda had pulled her hand towards his penis. "Mom, I know you want it. Don't try to lie to me anymore. Look for yourself, what have you done to the sheets?" Indeed, facts spoke louder than words. Seeing her own juices soaking the sheets, what could Xiangru say but close her eyes?
Mingda gently kissed his mother's earlobe and said, "Mom, I love you. You are the most beautiful woman in the world, and my forever beloved mother. Now, please relax, I will be very gentle." Hearing these words, Xiangru's defenses seemed to shatter like a hammer blow, and she collapsed into Mingda's strong body.
Mingda carefully stroked her large breasts, afraid that if he used too much force, his peacefully sleeping penis would suffer again. Mingda thought to himself, "After Mom gets her lactation-suppressing injection, I'll definitely give those breasts a good massage." His tongue traced circles on her areolas, and his fingers traced circles on her vulva. Mingda's flirting brought back a burning sensation to Xiangru's body, a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time. A fire of desire ignited in her lower abdomen, slowly spreading throughout her body. Xiangru moaned, "Oh~~ Mingda~~ That's so good~~ Oh oh~ oh~~~"
One finger after another, Mingda inserted his index, middle, and ring fingers into his mother's wet, slippery vulva. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, Mingda's movements made the "noblewoman" Xiangru wildly twist her waist and sway her hips. The pleasure intensified, the itchiness intensified. Mingda heard his mother plead, "Oh~~ my good son~~ Mom~~ oh~~ I can't take it anymore~~ give it to me~~ hurry~~~~"
Mingda placed his penis at the entrance of her vagina, rubbing it back and forth until his mother propped herself up with her legs. Only then did he thrust his penis into her honeyed depths. He rocked and rocked until his mother cried out. Mingda thrust in and out forcefully, causing his mother to moan and groan incessantly, "Ah~ ah~ good son~~ a little harder~~ oh oh~~ um~~ that's it~~~~" A wave of pleasure surged through his brain, and Mingda knew that ejaculation was imminent. He couldn't help but vigorously rub his mother's plump breasts, squeezing and grabbing them, causing two streams of milk to spurt out, scattering like celestial flowers in the air. Not wanting his father to have a third son out of nowhere, Mingda withdrew his penis from his mother's body and sprayed his semen onto Xiangru's abdomen.
Thin, white breast milk, thick, white semen—on Xiangru's abdomen now bore a watercolor painting titled "Endless Pleasure of Mother and Child Intercourse"...
Happy times always fly by. The answer to whether sex was pleasurable is definitely yes. In the blink of an eye, Mingda had retired from the military and was helping out at his father's company. And his younger brother, who had once had his face washed with breast milk, was now a young man lacking in virility. Why lacking virility? The answer is simple: if a person doesn't get enough nutrition during their growth period, how can they grow up healthy?
"It's all your fault! Look at your brother, always needing to see the doctor..." It was Xiangru speaking, currently lying in Mingda's arms. "You should blame yourself! Such big breasts, but not enough milk," Mingda replied casually, his hands playing with Xiangru's breasts. After so many years and many women, he deeply felt that only his mother's breasts were truly good, feeling substantial enough.
While the mother and son were joking around, someone burst through the door, shouting, "So...so it was you who secretly drank my milk, making me weak and sickly now..." The one who said this was none other than Xiangru's second son, Mingda's younger brother.
Mingda wasn't worried about his affair with his mother being exposed. On the contrary, he felt a surge of jealousy. When he saw his mother get out of bed, hug his younger brother, and laugh, "Don't be angry! Today, Mom will let you get back the milk you lost..."
Her large breasts pressed against his chest. Who could be angry? Would you? I certainly wouldn't!

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