Only a mother's milk is the sweetest.

Only Mother's Milk is the Sweetest

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I grew up with my grandmother. My grandfather died early. Before I was old enough to understand, he left my
grandmother and me, leaving us only a large house. My grandmother and I lived like that. My childhood was spent in
this large house. My grandmother had no income; she only rented out the remaining few empty rooms to others
to make ends meet.

In our large house, there was a couple of tenants. The husband's surname was Li, and he worked temporary jobs. The wife's surname was Zhao.
Their arrival broke the tranquility of this old house. When my grandmother wasn't home, I would go to Aunt Zhao's house
to keep her company. She had no children, and every time I went, she would hold me in her arms and give me some candy.

I also liked Aunt Zhao holding me in her arms because lying in her arms gave me a feeling of receiving maternal love.
I was two years old that year.

Days passed by like this. That Spring Festival, my parents missed me so much that they brought me home.
I reluctantly left my grandma and Aunt Zhao, and this absence lasted for half a year. I missed
my grandma and Aunt Zhao every single day. Eventually, my parents had no choice but to send me back.

The old house had changed a lot in the past six months. As soon as I entered, I saw my kind grandma, her arms outstretched
to welcome me. "Where's Aunt Zhao?" I asked softly. "Aunt Zhao
is pregnant," Grandma said with a smile. Curious, I ran to Aunt Zhao's room. Standing at the door
, I saw her sitting on the bed. Seeing me, she quickly called me in. "You're back! Did you miss Auntie?" she
asked. I didn't answer. I just curiously touched her belly. "How about Aunt Zhao has a baby to play
with ?" I said. "Of course!" I answered innocently. As a reward
, Aunt Zhao gently kissed my cheek—a "mommy's kiss."

Every day I would go to Aunt Zhao's house to see her, touch her belly, and wait for the baby to be born.

I waited and waited, and finally the baby was born. Grandma and Aunt Zhao's husband were busy. They each
squeezed out time to visit Aunt Zhao at the hospital. Now I was left alone, just sitting at the door every day waiting for
Grandma and Aunt Zhao to come home so I could see the baby.

One day, Grandma rushed home. I was standing at the door, and I asked her, "Grandma, why are you back?
Where are Aunt Zhao and the baby?" Grandma said sadly, "You'll never see Aunt Zhao's baby again."

"What happened to the baby, Grandma? Tell me quickly!" I asked urgently. Grandma shook her head and said, "
The baby is gone." "I went into Aunt Zhao's room to tidy up my things.

About a week later, Aunt Zhao's husband brought her back. As soon as she saw me, she
covered her face with her hands and cried as she went into her room. For several days, I didn't dare to go to Aunt Zhao.

Until one day, I was playing at the door when Aunt Zhao called my name. Only then did I dare to go into Aunt Zhao's room.
As soon as I entered, I saw Aunt Zhao sitting on the bed, pressing her hands against her chest, looking very uncomfortable. I hurried over and
asked Aunt Zhao what was wrong. Aunt Zhao said to me very uncomfortablely, 'Do you want to eat Aunt Zhao's breasts?'" I
was stunned . Although I was young, I knew that I had only ever tasted my mother's breasts as a child
, never any other woman's. I didn't know what to do. Just then, Aunt Zhao touched my face and said,
"Help Aunt Zhao. Aunt Zhao will keep your secret and won't tell your grandma, okay?" I nodded gently.
Then Aunt Zhao unhooked her bra, revealing a pair of white, firm breasts. Aunt Zhao
held in her arms, just enough for my little mouth to bite her dark red nipples. I
suckled like I used to when I was a baby, murmuring as I nursed. I would suckle on one nipple for a while, then switch to the other. My face was pressed
against Aunt Zhao's breasts, and before I knew it, I fell asleep in her arms. This happened
several times . I only knew that Aunt Zhao's milk had an indescribable taste, but it wasn't bitter.
After Aunt Zhao lost her baby, she treated me like her son. Our relationship grew closer and closer.
I stopped calling her Aunt Zhao and started calling her "Mom." From then on, "Mom" no longer hid anything from me
. Sometimes when her breasts felt uncomfortable, she would call me over. She would even
walk around naked in front of me, and often take off my underwear to play with my penis. At the time, I just felt very comfortable,
and I wished every day that "Mom" would play with my penis naked in front of me.

Now I understand that after "Mom" lost her baby, because no one drank her milk, it would
accumulate in her breasts, eventually leaking and even causing sores. I helped "Mom." "Mom's"
milk is different from ordinary breast milk. I once read in the newspaper that
the milk a woman produces on the third day after giving birth is called "colostrum," which is the most nutritious. Drinking it increases immunity and makes the body stronger.
It was "Mom's" milk that made me who I am, and I will repay my "Mom."

Having worked for so long, I hadn't had time to visit "Mom" even once. I decided to go see
her . Arriving at "Mom's" house was completely different from what I expected. A middle-aged woman opened the door, and I immediately
recognized "Mom"—she was still full-figured. "Who are you looking for?" she asked, tilting her head up. "Mom." "You…

you…my child." "Mom" and I slowly sat down, reminiscing about the past. "Mom
" was still so beautiful. Uncle Li had died in a car accident a few years ago, and now only "Mom" was left. I
nestled into "Mom's" arms again, as if I had returned to the past. I could no longer live without "Mom."
Whenever I had free time, I would visit her and talk to her. With me, "Mom" no longer felt lonely.

Even now, I can't forget "Mom's" breast milk; perhaps I'm developing a "mother fixation."

One day, I went to "Mom's" house. "Mom" was watching a DVD, and I sat down to watch it
with .

Something felt increasingly off. How...is this...the sexual relationship between men and women...I was at a loss, stunned.

"Mom," you...you... "Mom" cried and told me that she hadn't
had sex , only usually... "Mom" threw herself into my arms, and I felt an indescribable sense of
responsibility.

My strong body today is a gift from "Mom," and it's time for me to repay her.

I helped "Mom" up from my arms and softly said, "Mom, I don't want to nurse." "Grandma"
looked at me with her kind eyes, lifted her shirt, and revealed a pair of white bras that could no longer contain "Mom's"
still youthful breasts. She unhooked her bra, and her firm breasts sprang out. I kept grabbing "Mom's"
breasts, sucking on her thick nipples. They were still so dry and sweet. I was no longer the child
I was. I kept suckling "Mom's" milk, and she murmured softly as she sucked. I was already completely
naked . Then, I ran my hand down "Mom's" breasts until I reached her panties, where "Mom"
stopped me with her hand. I looked at "Mom," who was lying on the sofa, and she seemed unwilling. I didn't care anymore. I
took off her panties, parted her pubic hair, and used my tongue to lick her sensitive area incessantly. From
the labia majora to the labia minora, although "Mom" was no longer young, she was the most beautiful in my eyes. I inserted my
penis into "Mom's" vagina and kept making "piston" movements, and kept doing it. "Mom" kept
holding me and murmuring, "I... haven't felt like this in so long... so long."

Ten minutes... twenty minutes... I finally ejaculated. I fell asleep on "Mom's" breasts. "
Mom " smiled. Her smile was so sweet...

From now on, I will always go to "Mom's," because only "Mom's" milk is the sweetest.

Milan Kundera said in his book *Immortality*: "A man's life is from one woman
to another."

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