Songs of the Years

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A Song of Joyful Years

Chapter One: Passionate Wedding Night

"The bride and groom enter the bridal chamber..."

With a shout, the wedding ceremony ended.

On October 1, 1998, a new family was born in a county town.

The groom (Chen Wenbin) and bride (Li Xiuyu) sat silently on the bed in the bridal chamber, their eyes meeting, sparks of love igniting.

The groom, Chen Wenbin, was 27 years old, and the bride, Li Xiuyu, was 25. Both came from ordinary families and had dated for five years before finally getting married—no easy feat.

Li Xiuyu was very beautiful, with a full and sexy figure, perfectly proportioned, like a movie star.

Chen Wenbin embraced Li Xiuyu's slender waist, his lips passionately kissing her sexy red lips. Chen Wenbin and Li Xiuyu lay together, kissing on their sides. Li Xiuyu's lips were soft, her tongue wet, and Chen Wenbin gently licked them.

Li Xiuyu then put her tongue into Chen Wenbin's mouth. Chen Wenbin sucked hard on her tongue.
"Ugh, why are you sucking so hard? It hurts!" Li Xiuyu cried out in pain, pounding her fists against Chen Wenbin's chest.

Chen Wenbin held Li Xiuyu's hand: "Wife, the harder I suck on you, the more it proves how much I love you."
Chen Wenbin propped himself up on one side, placing one hand on Li Xiuyu's breast. Li Xiuyu's breasts were large but very elastic; Chen Wenbin couldn't grasp them in one hand. Not satisfied with just touching them through her wedding dress, he whispered in her ear, "Wife, let's take our clothes off."

Li Xiuyu nodded.

Chen Wenbin lifted Li Xiuyu's wedding dress from the knees up. She cooperated by propping herself up, raising her white, lotus-root-like hands, allowing Chen Wenbin to easily remove the dress.

Li Xiuyu was wearing a black set of underwear underneath—a black bra and black panties—which made her already fair skin appear even more translucent and alluring.

"Wife, you're so beautiful!" Chen Wenbin said, unhooking Li Xiuyu's bra, revealing a pair of full, firm breasts adorned with two deep red nipples. Chen Wenbin grasped her breasts and squeezed them hard, the snow-white flesh peeking out from between his fingers.

"Oh..." Li Xiuyu moaned softly, "Kiss me..."

Chen Wenbin lowered his head and kissed her. As he kissed, he teased her nipples with his fingers, and under his caresses, the two red cherries slowly swelled. Chen Wenbin lowered his head and took one of them into his mouth, sucking hard.
"Hehe, it tickles, why are you only sucking my nipples? Did your mother not have enough milk when you were little, and now you want to make up for it with mine?" Li Xiuyu laughed heartily.

"Yes, I want to drink my wife's milk." Chen Wenbin sat up, grinning as he spoke. As he spoke, he stripped himself naked.

"Yours is so big." She circled Chen Wenbin's penis with her fingers, stroking it up and down. Chen Wenbin continued to kiss Li Xiuyu, his hand beginning to wander downwards. He touched Li Xiuyu's lower body. Her genitals were completely soaked, her panties slippery to the touch.

Chen Wenbin pulled off Li Xiuyu's panties, revealing her completely naked. Her pubic hair formed an inverted triangle, a dark patch, curly to the touch. Chen Wenbin spread Li Xiuyu's thighs, her labia majora glistening with vaginal fluid, shimmering with a lascivious light, slightly parted as if pleading for something. Chen Wenbin used his feet

to spread Li Xiuyu's legs and climbed on top of her.

"Wife, I want to fuck you," Chen Wenbin whispered in Li Xiuyu's ear.

"Okay, put it in, I want you too." Li Xiuyu grasped her husband's penis with one hand, aiming it at her wet vaginal opening, and lightly patted his buttocks with the other.

Feeling the glans touch a wet and warm little hole, Chen Wenbin knew he had found his target. He thrust forward, and with a soft "squelch," his penis entered a strange yet familiar world. The feeling of his entire penis being tightly enveloped by her vagina was wonderful. Li Xiuyu hugged Chen Wenbin's waist and moved her buttocks. Chen Wenbin also began to thrust back and forth.

Actually, Li Xiuyu's first time wasn't with Chen Wenbin. Now it was almost the 21st century, and Chen Wenbin said that virginity meant nothing to him.

With Chen Wenbin's thrusting, Li Xiuyu's vagina became wetter and wetter, like a muddy wetland on a rainy day, making gurgling sounds. As Chen Wenbin thrust into Li Xiuyu, he licked her earlobe and said, "Wife, your pussy is so wet, the sounds you make are so nice."

"Ah," Li Xiuyu stammered, "It...it...it wasn't you who caused this...oh..."
Chen Wenbin gripped Li Xiuyu's firm breasts tightly and thrust hard. "Squelch, squelch," the sounds of their genitals mingling with her juices echoed through the small room. Li Xiuyu's pretty face flushed crimson, her mouth slightly open, and she gasped, "Husband, use...use more force, I'm...I'm going to climax."

At that moment, Chen Wenbin felt a tingling sensation on his glans, the urge to urinate returning. Chen Wenbin looked up at Li Xiuyu and said, "Wife, it feels so good, I need to pee."

With that, Chen Wenbin began to thrust uncontrollably.

"Pee, pee. Pee all inside me..." Li Xiuyu's buttocks thrust repeatedly towards Chen Wenbin.

"I'm coming, ah... harder..."

Suddenly, he felt his penis being tightly gripped by Li Xiuyu's vagina, and he could feel spasms coming from deep inside her vagina through the glans.

"Ah, wife, I peed."

The tingling sensation finally reached its peak, and Chen Wenbin involuntarily thrust his penis into Li Xiuyu's vagina with all his might. A stream of hot semen gushed out from his penis and shot into Li Xiuyu's body without reservation.
As if all his strength had been used up, Chen Wenbin lay motionless on Li Xiuyu's fair body.

His penis continued to be inserted into Li Xiuyu's body, feeling her body heat.

"Wife, you are so beautiful!"

"Mmm... mmm..." Li Xiuyu was still moaning softly, her face showing infinite bliss.

It was this passionate wedding night that led to my birth.

Chapter Two: My Birth

"Wah..."

On the morning of August 4, 1999, a clear and loud cry echoed in the delivery room of the county hospital, and a new life was born.

For the child's parents, this was a momentous event in their lives; they had created a new life.

For me, the protagonist of this story, was born.

A meticulous nurse noticed a serious problem: the baby was having some difficulty breathing.

The midwife carefully listened to the baby's chest and back with a stethoscope, then slowly removed the stethoscope, saying hesitantly, "There aren't any special symptoms, just a little rapid breathing, which is normal for a newborn, right?"
Looking at the still-moving baby, everyone was at a loss.

The midwife suggested, "How about this, let's take him to the intensive care unit for observation first, and then we'll see."

The other doctors had no objections, so they had to agree. Then the nurses busied themselves with preparations.

The doctor who delivered the baby came out of the delivery room, and Chen Wenbin rushed up to her: "Doctor, what's going on?"

The doctor said, "The mother is fine and will be taken to the ward shortly. The baby needs to be observed for a while, so he'll be taken to the intensive care unit now. You can take care of the mother first."

Then she left.

After everything was arranged, Chen Wenbin asked Li Xiuyu, "What exactly happened?"

"It's a boy. He seems to be having some difficulty breathing, but otherwise he seems fine. They need to observe him to be sure."

"Oh, you rest, I'll go check."

Following the nurse's directions, Chen Wenbin easily found the intensive care unit. He saw the doctor who had delivered the baby sitting quietly by the protective enclosure, frowning and silent. The baby lay quietly inside the enclosure. Chen Wenbin quietly walked over, silently looking at the baby, his feelings very complicated.

"This is my child? How could this happen? Suffering right after birth? What happened?"
The doctor glanced at him and slowly said, "He's on oxygen in the protective chamber right now, and seems normal. His heart and lungs are fine, but we don't know why his breathing is still a bit rapid. We've never seen anything like this before."

"Then..." Chen Wenbin was very anxious, but he didn't know what to ask, so he just sighed and silently walked back to the ward.

"How is he?" A hurried question interrupted the chaos in his mind. It turned out that Chen Wenbin's brother and sister-in-law (Xu Liping) were sitting by the bed, staring straight at him.

He quickly shook his head, recovering from his confusion.

"Sigh... The doctor said he's on oxygen now, everything is normal, and his heart and lungs are normal, but we don't know why his breathing is a bit rapid. So there's no way to treat him, we can only observe him." "

Then what should we do?" Li Xiuyu's tears streamed down her face.

"Sister, don't worry, worrying now won't help. Let's wait for the doctor to observe him. If you're in a bad mood, it will affect your milk production, ah... listen to me." Xu Liping gently comforted him.

"That's right. Uncle Rong might have a solution." Chen Wenbin had a sudden inspiration. "I'll go and fetch Uncle Rong right now."

He immediately rushed out the door.

The old Chinese medicine doctor, Xie Guangrong, sat in front of the protective shield, his right hand reaching inside to feel the child from head to toe. Then he said to the doctors, "Please go out for a moment; I need to speak with the child's father."

After the doctors left, the old doctor said seriously to Chen Wenbin, "I haven't told you this, but during Xiuyu's pregnancy, I used Qigong therapy and continued to care for her. The current situation is caused by Qigong. Don't worry, this is a good thing. A very, very good thing. The child has been in a state of innate Qigong even before birth; this is something every Qigong practitioner dreams of. I don't know how this state was created. I can treat it, but I have one request."

"Just tell me what you need, sir. As long as the child is safe, I'll agree to anything," Chen Wenbin said eagerly.
"Haha...don't be so nervous. My request is: First, don't tell anyone that the child knows qigong. This is related to his future well-being."

"Okay, I will definitely do it."

"Second, have him become my disciple and learn qigong and acupuncture."

"But..."

"What? Is there a problem?" The old Chinese medicine doctor was puzzled by Chen Wenbin's hesitation.

"That would create a generational gap. It would be better if he recognized you as his godfather, then you could teach him anything."

"Great, that would be even better. I'll help him control the situation now, and I'll go to your house after we get home.
We'll agree on a story: I gave him the massage, and I'll handle the rest. Be sure to keep it a secret." "

Okay, I'll do whatever you say."

Three days later, after observation, mother and child were safe and sound and returned home safely.

Several months later.

I finally had my own thoughts.

(No way! A baby only a few months old can have thoughts? Sorry, everyone, this story is hard to write without thoughts!)

I slowly opened my eyes, everything was bright, and I immediately closed them again. Why do I feel so uncomfortable? My eyes hurt, and my whole body feels uncomfortable. Where am I? I couldn't help but open my mouth to shout, "Wow..."
I feel uncomfortable, my whole body feels uncomfortable! I shout! I shout!

There's something inside my body, why is it running around everywhere? I tried to catch it, but I couldn't. Or I could try to squeeze it... but that didn't work either. Wow... I feel uncomfortable all over!

Wow... what is this? Where did it come from? How did it get into my body?

Hmm... how strange, why is it running around? Come here, come here... what? Not listening? Come here? Still running? Hmm, like before, I'll follow it first, and then slowly make it obey.

Ah... it feels a little better. What's going on?

Is it because of that thing? I'll wait and see.

Wow... so comfortable.

Ah... it seems to be spinning around. Let me see how it's running.

Oh! I remember now, that thing moved like this, just press it, it moves...

...Haha...So comfortable, keep going...

Ouch...I'm a little tired, and I think I'm a little thirsty, and a little hungry, my stomach hurts.
I shout...Wow...Wow...Ugh...What? What is this? Why is it blocking my mouth?

I shout...Nothing comes out.

Since it can't get out, I'll let it in. I suck...I suck...Ah...Cough cough...What is this...Wow...This tastes great, I want more...Ugh...Haha, it's still this. Hmm, soft, I suck...Okay! Okay! Haha, great...

I opened my eyes to see what this soft and delicious thing was.

When I opened my eyes, what appeared before me were two white, round, plump, big things with two very cute red nipples on them.

I tried to bite into this cute thing, but I couldn't bite it down because I don't have teeth. I was angry that I couldn't eat such a good thing.

So I grabbed it with my hands, and I grabbed it a few times. Wow! It felt so soft and comfortable!

Just then, a very sweet voice whispered in my ear, "Ah! You little rascal, you're grabbing Mommy's breasts so hard, it hurts so much! You little rascal! You'll definitely grow up to be a pervert."

The voice sounded incredibly seductive.

I fell asleep while touching myself.

Ah…where did they put me? It's warm, oh well, quite comfortable. I cried out: "Wow! What's this smell? Oh no!

" "Ptooey…"

…

(Only later did I learn that an old Chinese medicine doctor had used a family recipe to prepare a medicinal bath, which he then soaked me in. He said it would strengthen my muscles and bones, invigorate my virility, and nourish my vital energy. Otherwise, I wouldn't have done *that* when I was eight or nine years old, and my "assets" were quite impressive.)

For various reasons, I was able to roll over by myself before I was three months old. At the same time, I also understood some of their words, like "call me Mommy," "call me Daddy," "call me Grandpa," "Call me Grandma," "Call me Brother," and "Call me Sister," as well as "Eat," "Pot," and "Sleep." Of course, I have other abilities they don't know. I don't dare let them know too much. Because when I called "Mommy" on my own, they made a big fuss, picked me up, rocked me around, and kissed me, making me very uncomfortable. Hmph… I don't want that. I'll deal with it later.

One day, I was really uncomfortable lying on my stomach, so I rolled over and sat up by myself, which seemed quite comfortable.
Then they made a fuss again. They seemed to say something like, "You can sit up at only three months old, you're a prodigy!"

I don't understand—does being able to sit make you a prodigy? But what is a prodigy?

I love being held by Mommy the most; it feels so comfortable in her arms. I touched my mom's breasts every day (I didn't know what those white, round things were called breasts, but that's what my mom called them; she always said, "You little rascal! Don't grab Mommy's breasts so hard!"), they were warm and soft, mmm...so comfortable.
I didn't like my dad holding me; he always pulled so hard, and his mouth was quite prickly. It hurt when it pricked my face, it itched when it pricked my hands, it was uncomfortable. Especially one person, who was particularly annoying, always pricked me. But I didn't know who he was. Anyway, I didn't like it.

After a while, people kept asking my mom, "Can you walk yet?" I just didn't understand, if we kids can't, can't you adults? Aren't you walking perfectly fine? Why ask? The strangest thing was that my mom said she couldn't yet. What's going on? It's really strange. When my mom took me outside, I noticed some children walking on their legs. So I secretly learned to walk at home. Of course, I fell a few times at first, but I didn't feel any pain, and slowly I learned to walk. But I still didn't dare let them know, because I was only 5 months old at that time. I don't know when I should be able to walk, we'll see.

By six months, I basically understood what adults meant. But I didn't talk. I didn't want to startle them anymore. Is being able to talk so great? Hmph… I can sing too. Of course, I don't make a sound, otherwise they'll be surprised again. But Mom does understand me a little; she often shows me picture books and points to the words to read to me. This makes me very happy. Usually, I remember it after two tries.
Then I don't want the old ones anymore; if she gives me one, I throw it away. Mom is the best—she knows I want a new book as soon as she throws it away.

Haha! Mom, Mom, I love you, like a mouse loves rice…

I really like my godfather. He must be an old man. Every time he comes, he makes me sit properly on the bed, and he puts his hands on my stomach, sometimes on my back. Then he lets something run inside me. But I can do all that; my own thing runs faster than his, but when he's around, I let him do whatever he wants.
I don't dare let him know I'm faster than his, otherwise, others might be surprised again. Surely a child can't be more capable than an old man, right? Haha…

During this time, I learned that I have two older sisters (I don't really understand what an older sister is. I guess someone older than me is an older sister), one is 3 years old and named Lili, and the other is 2 years old and named Huihui. They are my aunt's daughters.

Before I turned one, I pretended I couldn't do anything, but I secretly learned everything. Until one day, Mom said to Dad, "Binbin, why can't you walk yet? Is something wrong?"

I said, "I can. Mom, look."

As I spoke, I slowly stood up, slowly walked towards Mom, and said, "Mom, hug me."

Haha! Mom and Dad were so happy that they shouted and lifted me very high.

Oh dear! I was so scared, I was really surprised. I will never let them be so happy again. Really, it's just walking, I could do it half a year ago. Hmph, no fun.

Chapter 3 My Birthday

August 4, 2000, today is my second birthday, and many people came to my house. Everyone there was someone I knew: my grandparents, my godfather, my uncle and aunt, my cousins Lili and Huihui, and other relatives.

Only my father wasn't there; he was busy working in Wenzhou and couldn't get away, which made me very unhappy.

My godfather is the man my father calls Rongbo. He kept touching me all over, which I didn't like, but they all liked me (because I'm pretty, smart, and cute), and they all wanted to hold me.

I preferred being held by my aunt (Xu Liping); it felt similar to my mother's hug, quite comfortable.
Especially her breasts, which were bigger than my mother's.

My godfather did something that made me happy: he gave me a lot of picture books with monkeys (basically comic books).
I reluctantly let him touch me a few times.

The others also gave me gifts, but I didn't really like them; they were just children's toys. I'm all grown up now, and they don't care about my feelings at all, hmph. But my mother kept making me bow and say thank you! Thank you!
So troublesome.

What's most infuriating is my two older cousins. They gave me gifts and kissed me, but when I hugged and kissed them back, they couldn't stand up, fell over, and started crying. Ugh! What a spoilsport.

But the adults seemed quite happy, laughing heartily. Is this something to be happy about? I'd better go look at my picture books.

I hadn't even finished one when my cousins Huihui and Lili came over and tried to take it from me. Ugh! There are more over there.

To keep them from bothering me, I gave them each a picture book and then hid to the side to read by myself. A little while later, they came again. They're just being nosy!

Oh well! They're older than me, after all.

But they're both very pretty, with bright black eyes, shiny black hair, and chubby little faces—very cute.

I'm a very smart child. My mom taught me to speak and recognize characters, and I learned very quickly. My great-uncle said it's because he made me sit in the medicine tub and touched me every day.

Next, a birthday ceremony was held. We sang "Happy Birthday," ate cake, and everyone kissed me. I especially loved the kisses from my aunt and mom; they smelled so sweet.

After eating the cake, my mom said, "Binbin, you're two years old now, you know? Starting tomorrow, Mom will send you to daycare, okay?"

I reluctantly said, "Okay!"

That night, after everyone left, my mom carried me to the inner room to sleep. I felt so comfortable in her arms.

I tugged at my mom's clothes and said, "Mommy, I want to nurse."

"Binbin, you're two years old now, you should be weaned," my mom said seriously.

"No! No! I want to nurse!" I grabbed my mom's breasts and massaged them, whining in her arms.

"Okay! Okay! Stop grabbing them, or you'll tear Mommy's clothes. Let Mommy take her clothes off first." My mom put me on the bed.

Facing me, she unbuttoned her top. I saw the familiar bra again. It was red and very sexy.

"Mommy, come quick!" I reached out my hands to hug my mom, as if I were very anxious.

"What's the rush! Mommy's not going to run away." She said, reaching behind her to unhook her bra, then got into bed and lay down in front of me.

My eyes lit up; two beautiful, fleshy mounds appeared—my mother's breasts, white, smooth, full, and perky.

"Eat!" Mom put one in my mouth.

I sucked on one with all my might, holding the other in my hand. Wow! It felt so good.

Actually, there was no milk left in Mom's breasts. But I loved the blissful feeling of sucking and touching them.

Every time I suckled or touched Mom's breasts, her breathing gradually became heavier. Sometimes she would hum a very sweet sound, I don't know why.

"Little rascal, have you had enough?" Mom gently stroked my head and said softly.

"Yes." I gently snuggled into Mom's blankets. Ah, Mom's blankets were so warm. It felt so good to be in Mom's arms.

I rested my head on Mom's breasts, my face gently pressed against her chest, and hugged her.

Mom held me tightly, rubbing her face against my head.

I was eating one in my mouth and touching another in my hand, and I fell asleep unconsciously in my mother's arms.

Chapter Four: A Fetish for Breasts

My grandfather had two sons, one was my father, and the other was my eldest uncle. We moved from the countryside to the county town. Our family wasn't wealthy, and we rented two apartments in the Huayuan residential area. One apartment was at my eldest uncle's house, and the other was at my house. My grandparents lived at my eldest uncle's house, and the two apartments were next to each other.

My eldest uncle didn't have any sons, only two daughters (Lili and Huihui), and my father only had one son, me, which meant that my grandfather only had me as his grandson.

Of course, we moved from the countryside, and the patriarchal mindset still existed there. So I was the "treasure" in my grandparents' eyes, and they all doted on me.

The next morning, when I woke up, I knelt on the bed, and my mother helped me get dressed. My mother was sitting in front of me, not dressed yet, her upper body naked. Her two breasts were almost touching my face.

"Mom, your breasts are so beautiful!" I said, touching her breasts.

"You little rascal, what do you know about beauty?" Mom gently pinched my cheek.

"Of course I know! Breasts like Mom's are beautiful, and Auntie's breasts are beautiful too!" I said confidently, head held high.

"Oh! How do you know Auntie's breasts are beautiful?" Mom asked, a little surprised.

My face flushed slightly, and I lowered my head shyly, remaining silent. I didn't dare to speak, afraid of upsetting Mom.
"Tell me! How did you know?" I glanced up at Mom, who had a smile on her face, a hint of teasing in her tone.

Oh well…

"I've eaten them."

"Oh! You've eaten them? When did you eat them? I don't know!" Mom seemed a little incredulous.
"I ate them a while ago while you were at work." My mom works as a saleswoman in a supermarket in the county town.

"Oh, you've been sneaking around eating behind Mom's back." Mom reached out and tickled my armpits, a smile on her face.

"Are Auntie's breasts delicious? Do they have milk? Are they tastier than Mom's?" Mom asked several questions in a row.

I scratched my head, thinking, "Hmm! It tastes good, just like Mommy's breasts, but there's no milk."
"No milk? Then why are you eating it?" Mom asked, sounding a little jealous.

"I don't know, I just like eating Auntie's breasts," I said innocently.

"Tell me, how did you get to eat Auntie's breasts?" I couldn't stay silent under Mom's gaze.

*** *** *** ***

A few months ago, didn't you leave me with Grandma while you went to work? One day when I woke up, I saw no one in the room, so I called out, "Mommy, Grandma."

I called several times, but no one answered. I panicked and started crying, "Waaah...waaah..."

Then a voice sounded from outside the door: "Oh! Binbin, don't cry, Auntie's here."

Auntie hugged me.

I stopped crying when I saw it was Auntie, and asked, "Where's Grandma?" Auntie

said, "Grandma went out on something, so Auntie will take care of Binbin, okay?"

"Okay."

Actually, Auntie was very beautiful, just like my mother. She was voluptuous and charming. Especially her two breasts, so full and round, I don't know how much bigger they were than my mother's.

"Auntie, I'm hungry, I want to nurse." I touched the auntie's full breasts.

"Haha! Auntie doesn't have any milk!" The auntie laughed.

I pointed at the auntie's breasts and said, "Isn't this milk?"

The auntie was stunned: "This...this is milk, but Auntie doesn't have any milk!"

"Auntie, don't lie to me, how can you not have milk with breasts this big?" I looked at the auntie with a suspicious look.

The auntie laughed loudly: "Binbin, my darling, Auntie really doesn't have any milk."

"I don't believe you, Auntie, take off your clothes and let me taste it." I grabbed the auntie's clothes and pulled them up.
I lifted the auntie's clothes. I saw the auntie's snow-white skin, and then I stared intently at the auntie's breasts. The black sexy bra only covered half of her breasts, creating a deep cleavage.

"Wow! Auntie, your breasts are so big!" I grabbed the auntie's black bra with both hands and tried to pull it off, but I couldn't.

I said anxiously, "Auntie, what is this black cloth? Why can't I take it off?"

"This thing is called a bra. If you can't take it off yourself, then you won't be able to breastfeed," the auntie teased me.

"No! I just love breastfeeding, Auntie! I want to eat!" I said coquettishly, resting my head on the auntie's breast. I loved being pampered in my mother's and auntie's arms.

"Okay, okay! Auntie will let you eat." Then she reached behind her back to unbutton the bra. At the time, I didn't know what buttons were or where they were.

Less than two seconds after the auntie reached behind her back, two snow-white mounds of flesh popped out in front of me.

Wow! So big, so beautiful! The two rosy grapes were even bigger than my mother's.

I couldn't wait to put my mouth to one breast and suckle. The auntie's breasts were soft, full, and very elastic.
I suckled for ages but couldn't get a single drop of milk out (the word "milk" evokes a suggestive image, while "breast milk" evokes a sense of maternal love).

"Huh! There really isn't any milk." Undeterred, I tried the other breast, but still nothing.

"Auntie, why isn't there any milk? Did your two older sisters steal it?" I said angrily.

"Pfft!" the auntie laughed. "Silly boy, Auntie gave birth to your sister Huihui four years ago, that's why I don't have any milk."

Now I completely gave up. Even without milk, suckling at the auntie's breasts felt good. The auntie's breasts were big, soft, and full.

To enjoy the aunt's breasts again, I complimented her, saying, "Auntie, your breasts are so beautiful, even more beautiful than my mom's, and bigger too. I love eating your breasts."
The aunt was clearly pleased, "Really?"

I nodded, "Yes! Really. Auntie, can I eat your breasts again?"

The aunt thought for a moment and said, "As long as you're good and obedient, my little Binbin, I'll let you eat your breasts."
I was thrilled.

Seeing my happiness, the aunt patted my head and said, "But you can't tell anyone, it's our little secret." "Don't you

tell Mommy either?" I asked.

"It's okay, Mommy."

And so, I often enjoyed the aunt's soft, full breasts.

*** *** *** ***

Mommy wasn't angry after I finished speaking, but kissed my forehead. She muttered, "You little pervert."

"Okay, get up, Mommy needs to get dressed," she said, putting on her bra. I put on my clothes.

Chapter Five: Starting Kindergarten

Today was my first day of kindergarten. Mom took a day off to accompany me.
The kindergarten wasn't far from home, just across the street.

Mom bought me a new backpack and a leather pencil case with only a few pencils and an eraser inside. There were only some papers in the backpack. As for books, Mom said not to bring them, the kindergarten would provide them.

I knew that Lili (5 years old) was in the middle class, and Huihui (4 years old) was in the lower class. Since I was only two years old, I was the youngest, so I could only be in the lower class. That meant I was with Huihui.

Mom led me to the kindergarten office, where a chubby auntie was. Mom talked to her for a while, and she led us to the lower class classroom.

The lower class teacher was a young girl, about seventeen or eighteen years old. She had long, flowing hair, an oval face, big eyes, small lips, and two dimples when she smiled. Her cheeks were rosy like a big apple, a bit like Michelle Reis, and she was very likable. I immediately liked this teacher and called her "Auntie." Later I learned that one of them seemed to be surnamed Li, the same as my mother. Another one seemed to be surnamed Gao.

The auntie (that's what I'll call her from now on) looked at us, recognizing us as new children. She glanced at my mother, then at me. Her eyes widened immediately, and she rushed over: "Are you the new little ones? You're so pretty!"
My mother said, "Yes, thank you for your help. My child is still young, so please take good care of him."
The auntie picked me up and asked with a smile, "Little one, what's your name?"

"Chen Bin."

"How old are you?"

I held up two fingers: "Two years old."

"Oh…so smart." Turning to my mother, she said, "A little young, but I think he's quite intelligent, so it should be fine. You can keep him. Just come pick him up at the appointed time."

My mother and the auntie exchanged a few polite words and were about to leave when I grabbed my mother's clothes, not wanting her to go, because it was my first time at kindergarten and I wasn't used to it.

"Binbin, be good. Mommy has to go to work. You have older sisters and friends to keep you company here." My mother pulled my hand away.

"Mommy, come closer, I have something to tell you," I said reluctantly.

Mom crouched down and put her ear close to my mouth: "What are you saying, baby? So mysterious."
"Mommy, I want to nurse now, but you can't tell them, and they can't know either, or I won't go to kindergarten," I threatened softly.

Mom gave me a charming look: "Okay! Mommy agrees."

At this moment, the aunt asked: "What's wrong?"

Mom said: "Nothing, he needs to go to the toilet but is embarrassed to say so."

"Hehe!" The aunts laughed, "Binbin, you're only two years old and you already know how to be shy."

I blushed and glared at Mom, as if to say I was annoyed that she would mention the toilet for no reason.

Mom picked me up and then asked the aunt: "How do I get to the toilet?"

"Go straight down this corridor to the end, then turn right," the pretty aunt pointed and taught my mom.

As Mom carried me out of the classroom, I finally understood her intention. I hugged her neck and kissed her cheek, saying, "Mom, you're so good to me, I love you so much!"

Mom's face beamed with joy, "Hehe! You little rascal, you're so young and already know how to use sweet words to make Mom happy."

Mom carried me to the girls' restroom. Because it was a kindergarten, the restroom was like a bathroom in a home. Mom closed the door.

Mom was wearing a dark blue tight-fitting top and jeans today. I couldn't wait to lift up her top, and I saw her breasts half-exposed, her fair and delicate skin very beautiful.

"Mom, take off your bra." I stared at Mom's breasts without blinking.

"Get down first so Mom can take it off." Mom put me on the ground and then took off her bra.

Mom looked around, bra in hand, but there seemed to be nowhere to put it. She simply hung it around my neck: "Since you wanted to nurse here, you'll have to make do."

I picked up the soft bra and smelled it: "Mmm! It smells so good!"

"You're so annoying!" Mom gave me a charming glare and gently pinched my nose.

My gaze then fell on Mom's round, firm, and elastic breasts: "Mom, hold me, I want to nurse."

Mom bent down and hugged me: "Hurry up and nurse, or the teacher will be waiting."
I was busy nursing and didn't have time to answer her. My mouth made a slurping sound, while my hands massaged her other full, round breast. I occasionally played with her nipple, and glistening milk seeped from it, soaking my hands.

After a few minutes, Mom panted, "Are you done yet? The teacher is coming."

"Mmm! Mmm! Almost done." I became increasingly fascinated by Mom's sweet juices.

After I finished nursing, my mother's beautiful face was flushed, and her full breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing. I could see all of this, but I didn't know why she was like this. Every time I asked her, she would say, "It's all your fault," and her face would turn bright red.

"Baby, go out first, Mom will tidy up." She took off the bra strap around my neck and put it back on.

"Mom, aren't you already wearing a bra? What are you tidying up for?" she said. Her beautiful face turned red again. I was puzzled; how could an adult blush more than a child?

"Children don't understand. When Mom tells you to go out, you go out, be good." She opened the door and let me out.

I stood outside and called out, "Mom, hurry up!"

"I know! Stop nagging." I didn't know what my mother was doing, making a two-year-old child stand outside and calling me nagging. It made me so angry.

I had to go in and see what Mom was doing. I pushed open the door and peeked inside. Before me stood Mom with her jeans and panties pulled down to her knees, holding toilet paper to cover her crotch.

"Mom, what are you doing?" I asked, puzzled.

Mom flinched. "You little rascal, you scared me to death!"

"What?! I just wanted to know if you were done. It's ridiculous for an adult to be scared by a child," I muttered. My eyes lingered on Mom's full, pert buttocks.

"What are you muttering about, you little rascal?" Mom glared at me.

"Hehe! Nothing. Mom, your butt is so pretty, so white and big." I reached out and stroked it with my right hand.
Wow! Soft, smooth, and incredibly elastic—it felt almost like touching breasts.

Suddenly, I heard a slap as Mom's hand struck the back of my hand. "You little rascal, take your hand away! You can't touch Mom's butt!"

Although Mom hit my hand, it wasn't hard. Her expression wasn't stern either.

"Hehe! Mom, I can touch your breasts, why can't I touch your butt?" I said very seriously.

"Well... I'll deal with you when we get home, go to class now." Mom's tone was extremely gentle.

Mom carried me back to the classroom, said goodbye to the teacher, and left.

The teacher carried me to the front of the classroom, asked the children to quiet down, and said, "This is a new child, named Chen Bin, everyone welcome him."

After the welcome, Sister Huihui raised her hand, and the teacher said, "Huihui, what's up?"
"Teacher, Chen Bin is my little brother." Sister Huihui said excitedly.

Really, is it worth being so happy just because he's your little brother?

"Oh... really? Then let him sit next to you, you have to take good care of him."

"Okay, teacher."

I knew this was bad as soon as I heard it. I've experienced Sister Huihui's clinginess before. This time, there's no way I can be quiet.

The teacher carried me next to Sister Huihui, put me on a small chair, and said, "Chen Bin will sit here with Sister Huihui, okay?"

Sigh... it's already like this, what can I say?

"Okay."

The kindergarten class mainly consisted of storytelling, singing, activities, and play. It was my first time participating in this kind of life, so it was quite novel.

I was quite happy by the end of the day. Sister Huihui wasn't overly clingy; she really acted like a big sister, reminding me of everything and leading me around, treating me like a little brother. However, during free playtime, she wanted me to play with her dolls, which I didn't really like. But seeing her excited, flushed face, I couldn't bear to spoil her mood, so I reluctantly went along with her.

The auntie also took special care of me, allowing my first day to pass peacefully in a good mood.
When my mom came to pick me up, Sister Huihui's mom (my auntie) also arrived. When she saw me, she happily picked me up and kissed me passionately.

"Auntie, I haven't had your milk for several days," I whispered in her ear.

"As long as you're a good boy and study hard, Auntie will give you milk whenever she has time," her pretty face beaming with joy.

My auntie said my dad wasn't home, so she told my mom and me to go upstairs for dinner.

After dinner, Mom said she had to go out and asked my aunt to take care of me. I was overjoyed, thinking I could nurse from her breast later.

My aunt was incredibly kind to me, treating me like her own son. Her sweet voice, gentle smile, and kind eyes made me feel so comfortable.

To prevent my two older sisters from bothering me and ruining my time, I came up with a plan: I would give them some advanced math problems (plus numbers in the teens) that Mom had taught me. This way, I would have time to nurse from my aunt's breast.

While nursing, I noticed that my aunt, like my mother, had a rosy glow on her face.
When I licked her nipple, she would make soft, sweet sounds. When I used both my mouth and hands, her slender waist would sway rhythmically. Her breathing became more rapid, and her sweet moans grew louder.
After I finished nursing, her face would also be flushed.

I asked her the same question: "Why did this happen?"

Her answer was the same as my mother's: "It's all your fault."

After I finished my milk, my mother came back and took me upstairs.

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