[Breastfeeding Mom] (Mom's Nipples) (Who's Stealing Mom's Milk?) Author: Wind Wolf

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Giving Breast Milk to Mom

Author: Feng Lang
Word Count: 6,000

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 just 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
? That's right, when a woman with large breasts sat opposite him, no one cared
what .

And who was sitting opposite him? She was nobody. She was a woman who had just given birth to a baby boy,
Mingda's 34-year-old mother—Xiangru.

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
teenage years, she had many suitors. Why? To put it simply, it's nothing more than her
having a pair of 36E breasts that sway from side to side when she walks. Rather than marrying a beautiful
woman with a flat chest, it's better to find a woman who isn't bad-looking but has an impressive bust to spend his life with. This is
why 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... a glimpse of cleavage, two white, semi-circular orbs, to her dismay.

Xiangru was wearing an orange, tight-fitting t-shirt with a V-neck, and from a distance, the center of the neckline
appeared to have an extra black zipper. 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 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 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 . 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, 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 silly 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 second thought, 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 came into Mingda's view, 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 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 didn't realize that if it weren't for his brother
, his mother wouldn't have so easily 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 startled
at first , because 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 there was no need to make a fuss.

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 her pregnancy and the need for sex,
refused 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 activities, he began to lightly touch
his mother , 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 her 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 observing 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
. A hard object seemed to hit her lower abdomen; Xiangru looked down and saw an enormous tent erected 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...breast 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 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 freshly 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 captivated by 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 around, 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, pressed his left hand against her shoulder,
and forcefully grabbed her breast with his right. 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. However, by sheer coincidence, the arc ended on the baby's face. "Wah...wah
...wah..." The innocent little baby, startled by the sudden milk splatter on his face, cried loudly.

"What are you doing?" Xiangru scolded Mingda, half-laughing, 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 soothed the baby while placing him against her right chest.

As the saying goes, "Share the good times and the bad." However, our protagonist, Mingda, truly lives up to
his reputation as a top student, adding, "Share the milk too." Since his younger brother had taken over their mother's right breast,
as the older brother, he couldn't be outdone. He knelt 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 '
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—these are the privileges of an infant. Xiangru got up from her seat, carrying the sleepy-eyed
baby, and walked towards the guest room next to the kitchen. Watching his mother's graceful back and full, rounded buttocks, Mingda
stood . Although his stomach was already full from his mother's milk, his little brother was
desperately crying out for food. His

little brother was already asleep in the crib, while Xiangru bent over to cover him with a blanket.
The short skirt, which fit her perfectly, 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
the short skirt that Mingda had pulled down. The short 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 fantasies, she suddenly felt a chill on her lower body. Looking down, she realized that
Mingda had also taken off her white cotton underwear. On instinct, Xiangru quickly covered her lush,
dark forest with her hands, shouting, "Stop it..." Then she pushed Mingda hard, sending him crashing to the floor.

Xiangru's reaction greatly surprised Mingda. Logically, his mother's behavior last night and today should have
implied her consent to having sex with him. He quickly realized, "Ah! What a fool I am!
What woman would accept such a violent act from a man? Especially since she's my mother!" Thinking this,
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 . 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 this won't 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 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 sensation she hadn't
experienced . 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 . Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, Mingda's movements caused the "lady-like" Xiangru to 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... 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 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 and sprayed his semen onto Xiangru's abdomen
.

Thin, white breast milk and thick, white semen painted a picture on Xiangru's abdomen: "
The Boundless "... 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.

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