Breastfeeding mother

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 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 .

And who was the person sitting opposite him? She was nobody. She was Xiangru,
Mingda's .

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 find a woman who isn't bad-looking but has an impressive bust to spend your life with. This is
the reason why Mingda's father, who makes a fortune in trade, 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... she was defeated by a deep cleavage, defeated by two white, semi-circular orbs.

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 two 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!"

While Mingda was lost in his fantasies, Xiangru's brows furrowed, her face contorted
slightly . Noticing her mother's unusual expression, Mingda shook his head, clearing his mind of these 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 she was fine. Seeing

a few beads of cold sweat on her 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 his seat 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 sexual intimacy for almost a year. Her husband insisted on not having sex during her pregnancy, citing the need for it.
He was willing to have sex with her. Thinking of this, Xiangru couldn't help but curse inwardly: "Hmph, that damned bastard! He uses this excuse to
openly play around with women outside."

Meanwhile, when Mingda realized that his mother hadn't stopped his groping, 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 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 start to doubt her behavior: "
Could it be Mom... Right! Since Mom got pregnant, Dad has been going to bars more and more often, maybe..."

Thinking that his mother also had her own physiological 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 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 sharp pain shot through her lower abdomen; she looked down and saw a huge tent
bulging in Mingda's crotch . A few drops of blood on a rose petal would have been the color of Xiangru's face when her eyes met Mingda's. 　　Silence fueled the awkwardness, and to appear calm, Xiangru said, "Go back to your room , don't let your dad see the...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..." He didn't . 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 sun be so strong!" 　　Mingda 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 again the sweet and sour taste of Mom's milk..." 　　He grabbed a piece of clothing and glanced at the clock; the hour hand was pointing to one o'clock. "How could I have slept so long?" Mingda asked himself. On the floor lay his newly 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 and muttered to himself , "Huh? Dad seems to be..." A smile crept onto his lips. 　　Going downstairs, Mingda, who was about to go to the kitchen for dinner, was drawn to a beautiful scene before him. 　　He abandoned his plan to eat and turned towards the living room. His change of direction didn't mean he wasn't hungry; rather, his lunch was right there in the living room. 　　Looking around, he saw Mingda's younger brother on the bed, his lower body naked , legs spread, waiting for his mother to change his diaper. If babies could talk, they'd probably curse at their older brothers right now! 　　Quietly approaching his mother from behind, Mingda suddenly pulled open Xiangru's shirt, his left hand on her shoulder, while his right hand forcefully grabbed at her breast. What he saw next left Mingda speechless, then he burst into wild laughter. After successfully attacking 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 on the bed. "Waaah...waaah ...waaah..." The innocent little baby, startled by the sudden milk splattering on his face, cried out loudly. 　　"What are you doing?" With a mix of amusement and anger, Xiangru scolded Mingda a few times, 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 on her right breast. 　　As the saying goes, "Share the good times and the bad." However, our protagonist—Mingda—truly lived up to his reputation as a high achiever, adding, "Share the milk too." Since his younger brother had taken over his mother's right breast, as the older brother, he couldn't be outdone. He squatted 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 the corner of his mouth, Mingda looked at his mother innocently and said, "But didn't you just say ' Mom's darling,' eat some milk? Am I 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—that's a baby's privilege. Xiangru got up from her seat, carrying the sleepy-eyed infant, and walked towards the guest room next to the kitchen. Looking at his mother's graceful back and full hips, Mingda also stood up. Although his stomach was already full of his mother's milk, his little brother was desperately crying out "Hungry!" His little 　　brother was already asleep in the crib, and Xiangru bent down to cover her son with a blanket. Her perfectly tailored short skirt 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!" Xiangru shouted, her hands tightly gripping her skirt, which Mingda had already pulled down. The skirt eventually fell to the floor. When Xiangru turned her head and saw Mingda's erect penis, the hard, stiff shaft before her eyes reminded her of the military exercises broadcast on the news a few days ago. "It looks just like a cannon !" Xiangru thought to herself. 　As she was lost in her imagination, she suddenly felt a chill on her lower body. Looking down, she realized that Mingda had also taken off her white cotton underwear. Instinctively, Xiangru quickly covered her lush, dark forest with her hands, shouting, "Stop..." and then forcefully pushed Mingda to the floor. 　　Xiangru's reaction greatly surprised Mingda. Logically speaking, given his mother's behavior last night and today...

She had already tacitly agreed to have sex with him. He thought for a moment, then 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 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—on Xiangru's abdomen now lay a landscape painting titled "
Endless　 "...

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