Who stole the milk?

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A cool summer night.
Mingda sat on the living room sofa, 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? Didn't that mean his eyes weren't on the screen? 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? Simply put, it was because she possessed a pair of 36E breasts that swayed from side to side as she walked. Rather than marrying a beautiful woman with a flat chest, it's better to spend your life with a woman who isn't bad-looking but has an impressive bust. This is why Mingda's father, a wealthy trader, ultimately chose to marry Xiangru.
Getting back to the point, Xiangru, while flipping through a magazine on the table, unconsciously leaned forward. This leaning caused Mingda to feel dizzy and unable to regain his balance for a long time. On television, the singing of Jolin, the singer of "Meinaizi," no longer attracted the attention of Mingda, a loyal fan. In other words, the so-called "heartthrob" was defeated by a deep cleavage, defeated by two white, semi-circular breasts.
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 his 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 large breasts. "If I had to 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 I could even have 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 to indicate 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 sofa 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 "milk" his mother had uttered. He knew his mother, who valued her image, would never have let that word slip from her lips unless she was in considerable pain. 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, the author believes that 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 honest and asked, "Someone? Mom, do you mean 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 special admissions!" 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 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 erection is much faster than any bird 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 out of 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 the 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 a vigorous 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. As his mother let out muffled groans, he couldn't help but begin 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 exposed pubic hairs on Xiangru's body, 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 the rose petals were the color of Xiangru's face when her eyes met Mingda's. Silence fuels awkwardness, and to appear calm, Xiangru said, "Go back to your room, don't let your dad see the...milk on your lips..."
As he walked up the stairs, Mingda's reluctance changed after overhearing his parents' conversation. "Starting tomorrow, I'm going to America for business, and 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 achieve tomorrow.
Indeed, as long as there is tomorrow, people still have unlimited possibilities and opportunities...

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