Who stole the milk?

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As she said this
, she shyly lowered 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, are you talking about me?"

Xiangru chuckled and said, "Aren't you human? What a silly question! 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 said, "Mom, is it really okay?"

Without suspicion, Xiangru answered with her actions, pulling her top and bra down to a few centimeters from the top of her nipples
. When those two fair, round breasts were freed from the constraints of her clothing and entered 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 bird thought!" Mingda

squatted down, looking at his mother's nipples, whose color had deepened since childbirth. With his mother's
permission , Mingda slightly parted his lips and took the 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."

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 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
. She told herself that Mingda's actions were merely accidental and nothing to be alarmed about.

After some time, Xiangru was startled by her own physical reaction. Looking at her son suckling 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, her reaction wasn't Xiangru's fault. From the third month of her pregnancy until now,
she hadn't experienced sexual intimacy for almost a year. Her husband, citing the inappropriateness of sex during her pregnancy, insisted on
refusing to have intercourse with her. Thinking of this, Xiangru couldn't help but curse inwardly: "Hmph, you bastard! Using such an excuse
to openly play around with women outside."

Meanwhile, when Mingda realized his mother hadn't stopped his groping, he began to lightly touch
her , occasionally biting them 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.

As his mother let out muffled groans, he couldn't help but begin to doubt her behavior: "
Could it be that Mom… that's right! Since Mom got pregnant, Dad has 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 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. "

Okay! 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 a
huge 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 fueled awkwardness. To appear calm, Xiangru said, "Go back to your
room . Don't let your dad see the...milk..."

Walking up the stairs, Mingda's resentment changed after hearing his parents' conversation:
"Starting tomorrow, I'm going to America for business. I won't be back for a week..." Mingda
didn't . But that's not important. What's important is that he knows—what can't be done today might be
accomplished tomorrow.

Indeed, as long as there's tomorrow, people still possess infinite possibilities and opportunities…

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