Breastfeeding mother

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A cool summer night. Mingda sat on the sofa in the living room, remote control in hand, his thumb pressing every button. It wasn't that the TV programs were boring, nor was he trying to torture the half-broken remote; he simply wanted to pretend he was watching TV by changing channels. Pretending to watch TV? That meant his eyes weren't on the screen, right? Indeed, when a woman with large breasts sat opposite him, no one cared what was on TV. And who was the woman sitting opposite him? She was nobody. She was Xiangru, Mingda's 34-year-old mother, who had just given birth to a baby boy. Mingda's mother was of average appearance, nothing particularly attractive. Logically, a woman who couldn't catch a man's eye should have a lackluster romantic history. However, the reality was quite the opposite; in her youth, she had many suitors. Why? The answer was simple: she possessed a 36E bust.She just had big breasts that swayed from side to side when she walked. It was better to marry a woman who wasn't bad-looking but had a proud bust than a beautiful woman with a flat chest. This was the reason Mingda's father, a wealthy trader, ultimately chose to marry Xiangru. Getting back to the point, Xiangru leaned forward slightly while flipping through a magazine on the table. Before she leaned, it was fine, but this leaning caused... she was defeated by a deep cleavage, defeated by two white, semi-circular orbs. Xiangru was wearing an orange tight-fitting t-shirt with a V-neck, and from a distance, it looked like there was a black zipper in the center of the neckline. However, Mingda, being the "top student" in the class, wasn't an idiot. He knew perfectly well that it wasn't a zipper, but rather the shadow effect created by the pressure of her two large breasts. "If I could choose how I die, I'd choose to be crushed to death by Mom's breasts!" This thought was jolted into Mingda's mind by the "glimpse of spring" before him: "If only I had been born a few years earlier, then I could have met Mom, pursued her, and... hehe... maybe even slept with Mom!" Just as Mingda was lost in his fantasies, Xiangru's brows furrowed, her face contorted slightly with pain. Noticing his mother's unusual expression, Mingda shook his head, clearing his mind of his fantasies, and quickly asked, "Mom, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Should we see a doctor?" Xiangru looked up at Mingda. For some reason, she suddenly blushed, then waved her hand, indicating that she was fine. Seeing a few beads of cold sweat on his mother's face, Mingda asked again, "Are you really alright? I think I should take you to the doctor." With that, he stood up from the porch and took out his motorcycle keys from his pocket. As Mingda reached the front door and prepared to start his car, he heard his mother's intermittent voice behind him, saying, "I'm really fine. It's just... just... just 'engorgement'..." Mingda stood dumbfounded by the door, his steps halting at the mention of "engorgement." He wasn't unaware of what engorgement meant; he stopped because of the word "engorgement" his mother had uttered. He knew that unless she was in considerable pain, his mother, who valued her image, would never have let that word escape her lips. Just as he was trying to think of a way to solve his mother's problem, a voice inside him urged him to "play dumb." Since his sixth sense told him to feign ignorance, Mingda readily complied. He knew that human intuition was rarely wrong. Playing dumb could not only avoid trouble but sometimes even bring unexpected benefits. Mingda walked to his mother's side and asked, "Mom, isn't engorgement painful? Dad took my little brother to the hospital for a checkup again, what should we do?" He couldn't play dumb too much; if he, a gifted student, asked his mother what engorgement meant, the rest of the story would be very difficult. (However, I think Taiwan's education system has indeed produced a lot of idiots. Just look at the chaos in the political arena.) "If... if someone could help me express the milk, that would be so nice..." Xiangru said, shyly lowering her head, afraid to meet Mingda's gaze. Even though he was itching with desire, Mingda still pretended to be innocent and asked, "Is someone there? Mom, are you talking about me?" Xiangru chuckled and said, "Aren't you human? What kind of stupid question is that? I really don't know how you got into high school through a special admission program!" Mingda replied, "The entrance exam didn't test that!" He then asked, "Mom, is it really okay?" Without a doubt, Xiangru answered with her actions. She pulled her top and bra down to a few centimeters from the top of her nipples. When those two fair and round breasts were freed from the constraints of her clothing and entered Mingda's vision, his penis immediately reacted. He suddenly thought of a question: "Some people say that thought is the fastest speed in the world, but I think the speed of an erection is much faster than any kind of thought!" Mingda squatted down and looked at his mother's nipples, which had darkened in color after childbirth. After getting his mother's permission, Mingda slightly opened his lips and took his right nipple into his mouth. Stealing a glance at Xiangru from the corner of his eye, he noticed his mother's face was unusually rosy, like a blooming rose. As the warm, slightly sour milk flowed into his mouth, Mingda couldn't help but curse his not-yet-one-year-old brother in his heart: "You brat! You're so lucky to be able to suckle such beautiful breasts! Besides, you've made Mom's breasts a little saggy; I'll settle that score with you later." Humans are such ungrateful creatures. Mingda hadn't considered that if it weren't for his brother, his mother wouldn't have so readily exposed her breasts for him to suckle. While drinking milk, Mingda grew bolder and secretly touched the other exposed breast a few times. Xiangru was initially startled, as she hadn't expected her usually well-behaved son to be such an energetic young man. Therefore, she told herself that Mingda's actions were just accidental and nothing to be alarmed about. After some time, Xiangru was startled by her own physiological reaction. Watching her son suckle at her nipple, she noticed her vagina beginning to secrete a little lustful fluid: "How could this be? How could I be so wanton? He's my son, how could I react like this?" Actually, the reaction wasn't Xiangru's fault. From the third month of her pregnancy until now, she hadn't experienced intimacy for almost a year. Her husband, citing the inappropriateness of sex during pregnancy, insisted on not having intercourse with her. Thinking of this, Xiangru couldn't help but curse inwardly: "Hmph, you bastard! Using such an excuse, you openly go out and play with other women." Meanwhile, when Mingda realized his mother hadn't stopped his illicit actions, he began to lightly touch his mother's nipple with the tip of his tongue, occasionally biting it with his teeth. However, just as he was enjoying the thrill of being scolded by his mother at any moment, he noticed that his mother's hand had somehow landed on the back of his head. Just as his mother began to groan, he couldn't help but start to doubt her behavior: "Could it be... Mom... That's right! Ever since Mom got pregnant, Dad's been going to bars more and more often, maybe..." Thinking that his mother also had her own physical needs, and seeing her reaction to his actions, Mingda's hand had already slipped under Xiangru's skirt, now resting on her thigh and stroking it incessantly: "Two inches more, one inch more, just a little bit more, and I'll be able to touch Mother's vulva." Just as Mingda touched a few of Xiangru's exposed pubic hairs, the sound of brakes came from outside the door. "Alright! Your dad's back." Xiangru pushed Mingda away, stood up, and quickly put her top and bra back on. Her lower abdomen felt like it had been hit by a hard object. Xiangru looked down and saw an enormous tent bulging in Mingda's crotch. A few drops of blood on a rose petal would be the color of Xiangru's face when her eyes met Mingda's. Silence fuels awkwardness. To appear calm, Xiangru said, "Go back to your room. Don't let your dad see the...milk on your lips..." Walking up the stairs, Mingda's reluctance changed after overhearing his parents' conversation: "Starting tomorrow, I'm going to America for business. I won't be back for a week..." Mingda didn't hear the rest. But that didn't matter. What mattered was that he knew—what he couldn't accomplish today, he might be able to do tomorrow. Indeed, as long as there's tomorrow, one still possesses infinite possibilities and opportunities... The sun was high in the sky, and strong sunlight streamed through the window onto 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 happily hummed, "...I want to taste the sweet and sour 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 recently 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, muttering to himself, "Huh? Dad seems to be..." A smile crept onto his lips. Downstairs, Mingda, who was about to go to the kitchen for lunch, was drawn to a beautiful sight before him. He abandoned his meal plans and headed towards the living room. His change of direction didn't mean he wasn't hungry; rather, his lunch was currently "sitting" in the living room. Looking into the living room, he saw Mingda's penis resting on a lap, his lower body completely naked, legs spread, waiting for his mother to change his diaper. If babies could talk, he'd probably curse his older brother right now! Quietly approaching his mother from behind, Mingda abruptly pulled open Xiangru's shirt, placed his left hand on her shoulder, and forcefully grabbed her breast with his right. What he saw next left Mingda speechless, followed by a fit of maniacal laughter. After his successful assault on his mother's breast, milk gushed from her nipple...The juice traced a white arc in the air. However, by sheer coincidence, the arc ended on the baby's face. "Wah...wah...wah..." The innocent little baby, startled by the sudden milk splashing on his face, cried loudly. "What are you doing?" With a mix of amusement and anger, Xiangru scolded Mingda a few times, 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, have some milk." Xiangru soothed the baby while placing him on her right breast. As the saying goes, "Share the good times and the bad." However, our protagonist—Mingda—truly lived up to his reputation as a high achiever, adding, "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 the corner of his mouth, Mingda looked at his mother innocently and said, "But didn't you just say 'Mom's darling,' eat some milk? Could it be... could it be that I'm 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 bed, 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. The perfectly tailored short skirt now looked like it was about to burst open from her two 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!" 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 and saw Mingda's erect penis, the hard and stiff shaft in front of her reminded her of the military exercises broadcast 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 black 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 since she's 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 then looking at 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 what? Just because I let 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, Mingda interrupted, "Mom, don't speak yet. Let me ask you a few questions. If you can answer them, I promise this won't happen again. First, why did you put your hand on my head last night when I was drinking milk? Second, why did you make a sound when I touched your thigh? Third, at the age of virility, do you have absolutely no sexual needs?" Xiangru fell silent. What should she say after hearing her son's questions? Mingda's question was so sharp, and his description of her reaction so realistic, that if she really had to answer, she would only have to say, "Yes! I want it!" Suddenly, it seemed as if a scorching hot iron rod had appeared in her hand. Snapping out of her chaotic thoughts, Xiangru realized that Mingda had pulled her hand over and placed it on his penis: "Mom, I know you want it. Don't try to lie to me anymore. Look at yourself, what have you done to the sheets?" Indeed, facts speak 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 sleeping penis would suffer again. Mingda thought to himself, "Once 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..." 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 "lady-like" Xiangru twist her waist and sway her hips wildly. 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... quick..." 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, making his mother moan and groan incessantly, "Ah... ah... good son... a little harder... oh... um... just like that..." A wave of pleasure surged to his head. 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, spraying his semen onto Xiangru's abdomen. Thin, white breast milk and thick, white semen painted a picture on Xiangru's abdomen: "The Boundless Joy of Mother and Son's Intercourse"... Happy times always fly by. Was sex pleasurable? The answer 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 was he lacking in virility? The answer is simple: if a person doesn't get enough nutrition during their growth period, how can they be healthy? "It's all your fault, look at your brother, always needing to see a doctor..." Xiangru said, lying in Mingda's arms. "You should blame yourself! Such big breasts, but not enough milk," Mingda replied casually, playing with Xiangru's breasts. After so many years and many women, he deeply felt that only his mother's breasts were good, they felt substantial enough. As the mother and son were joking around, someone burst through the door, shouting, "So...so it was you who stole my milk, making me so weak and sickly now..." The speaker 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 her younger brother, and laugh, "Don't be angry! Today, Mom will let you get back the milk you lost..." A pair of large breasts pressing against her chest—who could be angry? Would you? I certainly wouldn't!Startled by the sudden splash of breast milk on her face, she burst into tears. "What are you doing?" Xiangru scolded Mingda a few times, half-laughing 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, have some milk." 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—truly lived up to his reputation as a high achiever, adding, "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 the corner of his mouth, Mingda looked at his mother innocently and said, "But didn't you just say 'Mom's darling,' eat some milk? Could it be... could it be that I'm 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 bed, 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. The perfectly tailored short skirt now looked like it was about to burst open from her two 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!" 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 and saw Mingda's erect penis, the hard and stiff shaft in front of her reminded her of the military exercises broadcast 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 black 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 since she's 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 then looking at 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 what? Just because I let 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, Mingda interrupted, "Mom, don't speak yet. Let me ask you a few questions. If you can answer them, I promise this won't happen again. First, why did you put your hand on my head last night when I was drinking milk? Second, why did you make a sound when I touched your thigh? Third, at the age of virility, do you have absolutely no sexual needs?" Xiangru fell silent. What should she say after hearing her son's questions? Mingda's question was so sharp, and his description of her reaction so realistic, that if she really had to answer, she would only have to say, "Yes! I want it!" Suddenly, it seemed as if a scorching hot iron rod had appeared in her hand. Snapping out of her chaotic thoughts, Xiangru realized that Mingda had pulled her hand over and placed it on his penis: "Mom, I know you want it. Don't try to lie to me anymore. Look at yourself, what have you done to the sheets?" Indeed, facts speak 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 sleeping penis would suffer again. Mingda thought to himself, "Once 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..." 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 "lady-like" Xiangru twist her waist and sway her hips wildly. 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... quick..." 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, making his mother moan and groan incessantly, "Ah... ah... good son... a little harder... oh... um... just like that..." A wave of pleasure surged to his head. 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, spraying his semen onto Xiangru's abdomen. Thin, white breast milk and thick, white semen painted a picture on Xiangru's abdomen: "The Boundless Joy of Mother and Son's Intercourse"... Happy times always fly by. Was sex pleasurable? The answer 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 was he lacking in virility? The answer is simple: if a person doesn't get enough nutrition during their growth period, how can they be healthy? "It's all your fault, look at your brother, always needing to see a doctor..." Xiangru said, lying in Mingda's arms. "You should blame yourself! Such big breasts, but not enough milk," Mingda replied casually, playing with Xiangru's breasts. After so many years and many women, he deeply felt that only his mother's breasts were good, they felt substantial enough. As the mother and son were joking around, someone burst through the door, shouting, "So...so it was you who stole my milk, making me so weak and sickly now..." The speaker 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 her younger brother, and laugh, "Don't be angry! Today, Mom will let you get back the milk you lost..." A pair of large breasts pressing against her chest—who could be angry? Would you? I certainly wouldn't!Startled by the sudden splash of breast milk on her face, she burst into tears. "What are you doing?" Xiangru scolded Mingda a few times, half-laughing 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, have some milk." 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—truly lived up to his reputation as a high achiever, adding, "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 the corner of his mouth, Mingda looked at his mother innocently and said, "But didn't you just say 'Mom's darling,' eat some milk? Could it be... could it be that I'm 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 bed, 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. The perfectly tailored short skirt now looked like it was about to burst open from her two 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!" 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 and saw Mingda's erect penis, the hard and stiff shaft in front of her reminded her of the military exercises broadcast 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 black 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 since she's 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 then looking at 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 what? Just because I let 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, Mingda interrupted, "Mom, don't speak yet. Let me ask you a few questions. If you can answer them, I promise this won't happen again. First, why did you put your hand on my head last night when I was drinking milk? Second, why did you make a sound when I touched your thigh? Third, at the age of virility, do you have absolutely no sexual needs?" Xiangru fell silent. What should she say after hearing her son's questions? Mingda's question was so sharp, and his description of her reaction so realistic, that if she really had to answer, she would only have to say, "Yes! I want it!" Suddenly, it seemed as if a scorching hot iron rod had appeared in her hand. Snapping out of her chaotic thoughts, Xiangru realized that Mingda had pulled her hand over and placed it on his penis: "Mom, I know you want it. Don't try to lie to me anymore. Look at yourself, what have you done to the sheets?" Indeed, facts speak 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 sleeping penis would suffer again. Mingda thought to himself, "Once 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..." 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 "lady-like" Xiangru twist her waist and sway her hips wildly. 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... quick..." 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, making his mother moan and groan incessantly, "Ah... ah... good son... a little harder... oh... um... just like that..." A wave of pleasure surged to his head. 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, spraying his semen onto Xiangru's abdomen. Thin, white breast milk and thick, white semen painted a picture on Xiangru's abdomen: "The Boundless Joy of Mother and Son's Intercourse"... Happy times always fly by. Was sex pleasurable? The answer 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 was he lacking in virility? The answer is simple: if a person doesn't get enough nutrition during their growth period, how can they be healthy? "It's all your fault, look at your brother, always needing to see a doctor..." Xiangru said, lying in Mingda's arms. "You should blame yourself! Such big breasts, but not enough milk," Mingda replied casually, playing with Xiangru's breasts. After so many years and many women, he deeply felt that only his mother's breasts were good, they felt substantial enough. As the mother and son were joking around, someone burst through the door, shouting, "So...so it was you who stole my milk, making me so weak and sickly now..." The speaker 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 her younger brother, and laugh, "Don't be angry! Today, Mom will let you get back the milk you lost..." A pair of large breasts pressing against her chest—who could be angry? Would you? I certainly wouldn't!

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