Motherly Love, Conception, and Breast Milk (Complete Text)

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When I was in middle school, I took my mom's underwear with me while showering and she found out. Back then, our washing machine was in
the bathroom , and my mom always put clothes that needed washing in it. One day, she suddenly came in, and I immediately went limp. My mom
looked at me for a while and then left. I was terrified for days. For those few days, my mom acted as if nothing had happened and was still
very nice . After a while, she asked me if my foreskin could be retracted. I was shy and didn't tell her, so she tried to
retract my foreskin while I was sleeping. Several times, I felt someone sitting next to my bed. When I opened my eyes, she smiled and left
. But after a few days, she still succeeded once. The next day, she told me that mine could be retracted and that it
was different from my dad's; it was pink. After that incident, my mom still acted like I didn't exist at home,
changing her underwear in front of me. That happened in high school. Now, six years have passed.

Let me tell you about my mom! My mom is 21 years older than me, very tall, and has very fair skin. Actually, women who are
tall and have fair skin can be very beautiful with just a little makeup. I'm 172cm, and she's about the same height as me in heels. She
's a junior manager at her workplace, and she has a kind of authoritative presence.

Back then, my dad wasn't home; he had another woman. Without a man at home, I had to help my mom
with . We even moved house by ourselves. My mom told me that my dad brought his other
woman to my school to see me. Back then, we had photos of the top five students from each class posted in the hallway. They looked at the photos and
left.

I still don't know what that woman looks like. My mom hits my dad whenever she sees him, just scratching his face. My mom

earns more money than my dad. My dad is only good-looking. I heard that his other woman is very rich, at least
richer than my mom. Gradually, I became a "mother complex" person with a strong preference for older women. I've been greatly influenced by her. I only watch movies featuring mature women
, read novels with incestuous plots, and even date women older than me. I know I have a mother
complex , but my mother is someone I hold in high esteem. At most, I fantasize about other women impersonating her.

Many people advise me to find my mother a man… but she's not divorced yet, who would dare? Besides, my mother herself wouldn't agree, and
I wouldn't either. After all, my mother is my father's woman; why should she be given to another man? It's better to let
me have sex than let other men have sex with her; if she dares, I dare. My mother and father have never divorced. Although my father wronged her, my mother
is still devoted and has never had another man. She says she didn't divorce for my sake. My mother is a very good
woman.

During the most tense period in my parents' relationship, my mother wanted revenge. She asked if I had seen that woman, and I
said no. My mother said, "I'll bring her here, and you can sleep with this little slut." I thought she was just joking, but
she dragged me to gamble for a week. Luckily, we didn't succeed… that's when I realized my mother was serious.

My mom also used my computer to watch TV dramas. Back then, I think Youku and Tudou didn't exist yet; she watched
them on a website called Shangdu Broadband. I used to download porn, mostly from Aicheng. They were
mostly mother-son type videos. I used Storm Player, which was on the desktop. Later, I discovered that Storm Player would automatically play the last video
when I . Several times when I took over the computer from my mom, I found that the videos were
different from the ones I had played before. My head just started spinning. Another time, I found the
minimized I clicked on it, and it was playing a scene of a mother and son having sex, with screams coming from my headphones… In a moment of panic
, I moved the Storm Player icon to my Documents folder. Later, when my mom used the computer, she couldn't find the player and
got angry at me, asking where I had put her TV series. I told her to watch Shangdu Broadband, but she said she didn't watch that. I
was speechless, finally unable to face or endure it any longer, and ran out in shame… Later, it seems she found it in my
Documents , and then she stopped getting angry at me… After that, I stopped using Storm Player and switched to KM. That player
is pretty good; at least it doesn't play the last one when you click start. I originally wanted to delete all of Storm Player's playback directories, but I was afraid she would
get angry at me, so I reluctantly deleted only a few that were too explicit. And I still have to update it for her every month… Nothing
could be more embarrassing than this.

When I was in high school, whenever I asked her for money to go out or for anything else, she would make me kiss her first.

I would kiss her forehead and cheeks, sometimes several times if one round wasn't enough. Later, when I kissed her, she would
lick me with her tongue, getting my face covered in saliva. My mom always takes throat lozenges or something, so her saliva doesn't smell bad, but I
still had to wash my face before going out, afraid that others would notice something.

Taking the money she gave me and going out, that feeling… I felt like a prostitute, holding money
earned .

I started dating in middle school, three in total. But
the only one who truly moved me was Xiaotong. The reason was that she was also tall, and her temperament and appearance were very similar to my mother's. We
've been dating for almost 10 years, from middle school until now. Her personality is also like my mother's; she gives me a sense of security.
When I'm with her, I always imagine her as my mother. I know I still love my mother, because I can't have her; she's
just a substitute for her. My mother's status is too high for me; I think I'll spend my whole life secretly loving,
admiring, and fearing my mother.

Back then, I was short and thin, just over 160 centimeters tall. My girlfriend, wearing heels, was considerably taller than me.

She used to be a good student, but then, for some reason, she stopped studying. I
would spend every day playing with her and studying by myself at night, but she didn't. Later, I got into a top provincial high school, while she went to an ordinary one,
but we still kept in touch. During that time, we skipped school every day to wander the streets, eat KFC, and go to the movies. One day
, we ran into my mom. Embarrassingly, she grabbed me and made me get on her motorcycle and left without saying anything, leaving that
girl there. I looked at her helplessly; we were both so pathetic.

When we got home, she teased me in various ways. Two of her lines sent chills down my spine, and I still remember them: "So you
like young girls!" "You like young girls, don't you?" The unspoken message was, "You watch incestuous
movies and you like young girls? Don't lie to your mom, son!" From then on, my mom forbade me from dating, stopped giving me
pocket money , and made me eat at a designated restaurant near the school every day—anything I wanted, and she would pay the bill once a week.

I remember fighting with my mom once during summer vacation. She said I was always skipping school and playing around, so she locked me up at home for the entire summer.
I was inside. But I begged her to let me out. One day, my girlfriend paged me, asking me to come out and be with her.
I forgot to delete the message on the pager, and my mom probably saw it. The next day, she absolutely refused to let me go out. She put the sofa by the door and
sat on it herself. I argued with her, but she wouldn't listen. She just said, "Don't think I don't know
what you're going out to do ." Eventually, she resorted to violence. I didn't dare hit her, so I just tore her clothes, ripping her underwear into
strips. The way she hit me was perverted. When I tore her clothes, she would flick my fingers, which hurt terribly. Then she
would scratch my face, deep and bleeding. In the end, she forced me onto the bed. I was lying face down, and
she used her knees to press against my waist. She tied my hands behind my back with her stockings. After tying me up, she pinched my thighs, making me scream in pain. She
said, "Just like your dad, I'll disfigure your face and see how you dare to go out and have fun." I didn't dare
go out .

Now, if you look closely, you can still see scars on my face. From then on, I dared not resist again; each act of resistance would disfigure me
… It wasn't that I wasn't stronger than her, but the way she pinched my fingers hurt too much.

Later, I went to university. My home is in the provincial capital, so I went to a local 211 university. Although I
had a dormitory at school, it wasn't far from home, so I basically never lived there. I went home at least
once often, but my mom called me every day, asking how my studies
were, if I was used to the food, and telling me not to play around and to come home quickly. When I got home, my mom would always chat with me, always
making small talk, repeating the same things over and over again. I always told her she was getting old, like a broken record. She
wouldn't allow me to say she was old. Her favorite thing to do when she saw me was to lie on me or in my arms and let me pluck her gray
hairs. Every time I saw my mother's black hair slowly turning white, I would secretly shed tears. I
always felt like she raised me like a pet. I could have gotten a job at a state-owned monopoly through her connections after graduating from university, but she
wouldn't have. She wanted me to pursue a master's degree, not to be independent. She said I wouldn't listen to her if I could earn money. I worked hard for half a year
and passed the exam, but I still had to ask her for living expenses. I told her my friends were all settled down and had families, while I was still in school, and I felt ashamed to be
a freeloader. She said, "I'll let you be a freeloader, it's none of anyone else's business," and told me to study hard at school and try for a doctorate.

I've talked to my mom many times, but it's no use. I wanted to work during the holidays to gain more practical experience, but she wouldn't allow it. She said, "
What social experience? It just lets rich people bully kids like you who haven't been in society. You should
study , and if you need money, ask your mom. Don't waste time thinking about this and that.

" During my graduate school entrance exam preparation, in the summer, I went to listen to Zhao Dafu's advanced mathematics and Li Yongle's linear algebra lectures. I was an engineering student taking the math exam
. Every morning I got up at 7 am, took a 30-minute bus ride, and the exam room was packed with over 100 people. I was drenched in sweat every day
. I only slept 4-5 hours a day, but my skills improved significantly.
I could solve most of the complex problems involving line integrals, surface integrals, and infinite series that I wasn't very good at before. I finally scored 130 on my math test, all thanks to
Lao Zhao . Every day when I came home, my mom was worried about me, saying my pants were soaked, but I didn't feel that way.

Once you're determined to do something, you have endless energy, haha. During that time, my mom washed
all for me every day, including my underwear. I would take a shower as soon as I got home. My mom
said I was too tired and would scrub my back. I didn't want to, but I couldn't resist her. She would wipe my
body and even lather my penis with soap, sometimes holding it tightly. I would get an erection very quickly. As soon as I had
an erection, my mom would know and immediately let go to wash other parts of my body. I remember that summer, it rained heavily, and lightning kept damaging our transformer, causing frequent power outages. Even after a shower, the house was still unbearably hot
in the sweltering summer . My mother took pity on me and laid out a mat on the floor for me to sleep on. She lay opposite me, and we lay face . She fanned me to cool me down. In the dim candlelight, I looked at my mother's half-naked breasts, her jade-like arms glistening with sweat as she fanned me, and breathed in her fragrance. I shamefully got an erection again. I deliberately pulled my buttocks back so she wouldn't notice. In the end, she still noticed, coughed twice, smiled at me, and continued fanning. I thought of the popular TV series "Da Ming Dynasty 1566" at the time, where Hai Rui was 40 years old and still lived with his mother. Was their relationship like ours? Looking at my mother's half-naked breasts, her white low-cut t-shirt already soaked with sweat, and a drop of fragrant sweat was flowing down her cleavage, I had a mischievous thought and stuck out my tongue to lick them. Mom wasn't angry. Instead, she stroked my hair with her hand, and I went along with it, licking the exposed half of her breast . Mom closed her eyes, placed her hands behind my head, and I pulled her t-shirt up to her breast, biting it greedily. Mom said, "Eat, eat!" A look of ecstasy and satisfaction appeared on her face. I suckled on her nipple like a baby, my tongue swirling around it, gently biting with my teeth. Mom let out a soft moan. My penis grew even harder. At that moment, I don't know where the courage came from, but I reached down and touched her genitals. Mom was only wearing a pair of panties. I pulled them down to her thighs and touched that dark, velvety area, which was already very wet. My hands were covered in Mom's wet, sweet fluid. But Mom immediately removed my hand and glared at me. I didn't dare move. After a while, she turned away and ignored me. I was terrified, and my penis went limp. I cried out, "Mommy, Mommy!" But she still ignored me. I moved closer to her, almost touching her. I put my hand, which had been on her vulva , into my mouth and sucked on it. The smell was a little pungent, but it aroused my desire. It tasted salty. "This is Mommy 's taste, ah..." Mom heard me sucking my fingers, and her breathing became rapid again. My penis was already erect, pointing at her like a cannon. After ten minutes, Mom's breathing calmed down. I smelled her scent, and my penis was so hard I couldn't stand it anymore. The pressure of studying for the past few days made me impulsive. I took off my panties and picked Mom up forcefully. She cried out, and I laid her face up on me. I don't know where the strength came from, but I tore her thin panties apart from the crotch. Mom kept shaking her head. I looked at her beautiful profile and licked her delicate earlobe. Her two long, white legs were still spread apart, and I could easily...

Yi, with his erect penis, went in. I held her, she pressed against me, and I moved up and down behind her. So
this is what a woman is like, this is my mom, I'm no longer a virgin!

My mom hadn't had sex in a long time, even though she gave birth to me over 20 years ago. I felt her vagina was still quite
tight, and soon she started to get wet, a lot of it, some of it even flowing down my penis and into my anus, making me
itchy . We made "smacking" sounds as we joined together. My mom stretched out her left hand, bent her
index finger and put it in her mouth, her face full of sorrow, trying not to cry out.

Because it was my first time penetrating a woman's vagina, the stimulation was too great. My mom's vagina was moist and warm,
and very elastic. I didn't last more than a few minutes before I ejaculated, shooting deep into my mom's vagina. After a while, my
mother coldly said to me, "Put me down now!"

I felt humiliated and unwilling, so I cried out, "Mom, no!" I touched my
mother's white thighs and breasts, and my penis became erect again while still inside her. My mother's body rose and
fell with my thrusts. I turned my mother's face around, and in the lamplight, I saw that her
face was red. She was staring into my eyes. After a while, she took the initiative to stick out her tongue and lick me. This time, I
couldn't let her get away with it. I sucked on her tongue desperately, greedily scooping up her saliva.

My mother had taken a throat lozenge again, and her saliva was cool and sweet. I swallowed her saliva in big gulps
.

My mother's saliva was like the best aphrodisiac, making my penis as hard as a rock. After 20 minutes of penetration,
my penis was so swollen it almost filled my urethra. When I ejaculated, my urethra was so narrowed that
the semen deep into my mother's uterus. I couldn't believe I
had ejaculated more than 20 times. Incest between mother and son was like a sweet poison; I felt like I had shot my soul
out.

Just then, the power came back on. My mother climbed off me. I squinted, avoiding the glaring light, and looked at
her.

My mother's face and body were covered in sweat, her snow-white skin flushed red, and white semen from my ejaculation was still flowing from her genitals
. I helped her into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and we dried each other off. I blew air into my mother's
ear and mischievously untangled her hair, which was piled high on her head. My mother smiled seductively at me,
grabbed a handful of her genitals, and held it up for me to see: "Look what you've done, you've put so much inside.

" I said, "I love you so much, Mom, I couldn't help but ejaculate so much." My mother sighed plaintively, "You
, you always cause me trouble."

I wiped my mother's body and washed her hair. While washing, I begged my mother to put her tongue in my mouth; I wanted to taste
her sweet, cool saliva. Our tongues intertwined. My mother was particularly skilled at this; sometimes she greedily
sucked on my tongue, her head bobbing back and forth, as if she were giving me oral sex like a penis. Other times, she
completely shoved her soft red tongue into my mouth, raping my oral cavity like a penis. My mother's oral skills
were truly amazing… I placed my mother's hand on my penis, and as soon as she did, because of the intense oral stimulation,
I ejaculated again. The first two streams of semen even shot onto the opposite tiled wall—it was so satisfying.

After we finished showering, I dried her off and carried her into the bedroom. The walk from the bathroom to the bedroom wasn't long, but I walked incredibly
fast. My mother felt like a priceless treasure in my arms; I was afraid someone would snatch her away along the way. I gently placed
her on the bed, turned on the air conditioner, and she said, "Stop fooling around, go to sleep, it's getting late." I
lingered on her bed, saying, "I want to sleep with Mom!" She stroked my head and said kindly
, "Okay, okay, Mom and baby will sleep together." As soon as I lay down, I got an erection again. I pushed my mother onto the bed,
making her stick her plump, round buttocks up high. She exclaimed in surprise, "Why are you doing this again!" I pulled her wet hair from
behind , and my penis slid in smoothly with a "whoosh," beginning a wonderful
piston-like motion. My two huge testicles slammed against her genitals, making a "slap, slap, slap" sound, mixed with
her low moans—a beautiful symphony that filled the bedroom.

Watching my mother, like a great white horse, being ridden beneath me,
all the hatred I felt for her oppression and bullying over the years vanished. My noble and unparalleled mother was being fucked by me! This woman was my mother!
The vagina I was penetrating was the place where I was born! I kept reminding myself of this.

Although my mother's face had wrinkles, the flesh on her thighs and buttocks was still so firm, her back
incredibly . Under my pressure, her two arms and tailbone squeezed a deep groove into her back, making her look incredibly sexy.

From behind, my mother's buttocks looked enormous. Although she had a small belly, her buttocks were still
more than three sizes larger than her waist. With each powerful thrust, the white flesh on her buttocks trembled, giving me a strong
visual impact. My mother still covered her mouth with her hand, not letting herself make a sound, making me think she was a lewd woman.

Looking at my mother's big, white buttocks, I suddenly had an idea. I reached for her
face oil from the dressing table and mischievously poured it all over her buttocks. Then I carefully massaged them, and soon
my mother's beautiful buttocks shone brightly under the light, so smooth and delicate. The trembling beauty of her buttocks almost blinded me
, and I thrust my penis into her even harder. I lay on my mother's beautiful back, licking
the skin of her back, and called in her ear, "Mom, Mom." My mother still tightly bit her hand in her mouth,
her face flushed with embarrassment.

In the end, my mother was in so much pain that she wouldn't let me continue, crying and begging me to stop. I had no choice but to ejaculate for the sixth
time that night, and pulled my penis out. It was covered in white discharge and still felt a little stinging. I
twisted my penis around and realized I'd been too impulsive, too excited, too forceful; I'd torn the suture between my foreskin and penis. But
I still didn't feel anything. I remained motionless, greedily gazing at my mother's body. My mother saw this
and, with great tenderness, held my penis in her hand. Ignoring the filth that had covered it all night, she knelt down and
began licking the wound. Just then, dawn broke, and a ray of fresh sunlight streamed in. I stared,
mesmerized, at the scene before me.

A tall, curvaceous middle-aged woman was kneeling on my heels, licking them vigorously.
She was sucking my penis, and this person was my mother, the one who gave me life, raised me, satisfied my appetite, and now satisfied my sexual desire!

My mother's large buttocks sat on her heels, her thighs pressed together, the flesh of her buttocks spread apart by her heels,
making her buttocks look even bigger and sexier. While sucking my penis, she also tucked her hair behind her ears so that I
could see her beautiful face while enjoying the oral sex. My mother looked at me as she licked,
with an expression I had never seen before—a mixture of sorrow, sexiness, and satisfaction. She sucked
out the semen remaining in my urethra, which she swallowed without hesitation, leaving me feeling refreshed.

My mother said it would get infected and cause serious problems if it didn't heal properly, so she wanted to sleep with my penis in her mouth, to heal my wound.

I said, "It's okay, Mom, you don't need to work so hard." My mom frowned and said, "You came from my
belly , everything you have is from me, including your penis. Why don't you
agree?"

I was speechless for a moment. Hearing the rooster crow, my mom put a throat lozenge in her mouth and my penis in her mouth.
I felt my penis enter a warmer space; her saliva was cool, making me shiver.

My mom's tongue circled around my glans, licking the coronal sulcus, then playfully pushing the tip of her tongue against my
urethral opening, as if trying to squeeze her tongue inside. Soon, my mom
fell asleep , my penis still hard in her mouth, drifting off to sleep.

I woke up to find my wound miraculously healed. My mom and I couldn't believe it; there was
no trace of yesterday's injury. I was so moved. I told my mom, "This is probably what great maternal love is!

" I have a very strong sex drive. Before, I could masturbate to AV more than four times a day. After having sex with my mom, whenever I
needed to, no matter what she was doing, I would roughly push her down and have sex with her, mostly in the doggy style. That's
the position where I get the hardest and feel the most conquering. My mom never lets me use a condom. She says mother and son should
communicate in spirit and flesh. I asked her if she wasn't afraid of getting pregnant. She said, "No, if I get pregnant, I'll give birth. We'll raise both
sons together, one for each of our breasts." Actually, I knew she was taking birth control pills. I also
felt good about ejaculating inside her, so I didn't care.

Since my mom and I got together, she's been buying me tons of lingerie—thongs, black stockings, red high heels,
whatever she can get her hands on. Most of the time, she only wears them at home for me to see. When she goes to work, she wears business suits: a blazer, skirt,
nude stockings, and black high heels.

Every day, my mom and I are like newlyweds, living a sweet life.

One day, I went to a high school reunion and ran into my girlfriend from high school. Reunions are truly "
old flame reunions"—all sorts of old stories resurfaced. Whether we're married or not, after a big meal and drinks, we still talked about our past relationships,
and my girlfriend and I fell in love again

. My seemingly peaceful life with my mom was disrupted by my girlfriend.
While , we hardly share any hobbies. She loves shopping—looking at appliances, buying clothes,
trying every delicious snack she sees, and bringing it home to eat with me. Even haggling with vendors
is one of her pleasures, something I feel nothing for. But I was much more relaxed with my girlfriend.
We sang karaoke, went to bars, played online games, gambled, went boating, and swam… I gradually distanced myself from my mother and
grew closer to her.

One time, my girlfriend and I were eating when my mother called. My girlfriend said, “Is your mom calling you home?”

I laughed it off, “No, no.” I put my phone on silent mode, put it in my pocket,
and ignored it. My girlfriend said, “I’m really afraid of your mom. The way she looked at me in middle school was like she
was looking at an enemy. Was she afraid I’d steal her son away?” I remained silent, my heart filled with mixed emotions. Thinking about
my mother’s personality, I knew I was in trouble if I deliberately didn’t answer her calls today.

A while later, I was worried and checked my phone again. I saw a text message from her: “Baby, come
home quickly! Mom made your favorite chicken nuggets and ribs. Love, Mom.” I knew she was barely
a typist ; typing so much without a single mistake must have been very difficult for her.

Later I found out she went through my dusty, brick-like dictionary, typing
the pinyin entries on her phone for half an hour to make sure it was correct before sending it. My mother is getting old, and
her eyesight . When I found out, I cried and slapped myself repeatedly.
I felt so sorry for my mother; I had let her down.

After a day of fun with my girlfriend, I quietly opened the door and went home. A sumptuous meal was already laid out on the table, and
my mother was already sitting on the sofa, legs crossed. She was wearing black lace-trimmed stockings, a short
skirt that revealed a large section of her fair thighs, and red stiletto heels. Two buttons of her blouse were undone,
revealing her breasts—she looked very attractive. But I was oblivious to all that; I was prepared to accept
my mother 's punishment.

But then I saw she was still smiling, showing no sign of anger, which I found strange. I sat down on the sofa next to her,
puzzled . I had just sat down when she stood up and rushed towards me. To my surprise, she
didn't yell at me; instead, she immediately pulled down my pants. I was both excited and scared. She ripped off my underwear and shoved it directly into
her nipples, starting to suck my penis, making "slurping" sounds. My mother's cheeks were deeply sunken
. Under this top-notch service, my penis quickly became erect. After licking it hard, my mother took my penis
out, grabbed it, and shoved it down her genitals. Suddenly, it all became clear. So, my mother wasn't angry with me
because she needed something from me—she wanted me to fuck her thirsty, horny pussy. Mother, oh mother, my dear mother, even you have your
day now? Thinking this, a smile appeared on my face.

But then I thought again and wondered: Why was my mother so thirsty today? Even when she wanted to have
sex with me before, she always maintained her motherly role. Why was she like a bitch in heat today? Things couldn't be that
simple.

I wanted to take off her clothes before we did it, but she was so eager that she wouldn't let me take off her top. I only had time to unbutton
a few and pull her purple lace bra down to her breasts, which lifted her slightly drooping breasts so I
could see her nipples. This made my mother look more charming and lewd than when she was naked.

She pulled her thong aside, and with her delicate hand, guided my penis inside. I touched her
snow-white thighs, exposed by black stockings, licked the smooth skin of her back, and watched her, in her high heels
, struggling to stand as I fucked her. I found it hilarious, but suddenly a sadistic urge surged within me, and I began to slap
her plump buttocks hard, "Slap! Slap!" The sounds were crisp and loud. Slowly, my
finger marks began to appear on my mother's snow-white, plump buttocks, and I kept slapping. Being able to slap my dear, noble mother's buttocks, remembering how
strict the ranks used to be, and now seeing my mother beneath me, being spanked by me, I felt utterly satisfied, lost in a daze, and kept
slapping I ejaculated. I slapped her buttocks until they were bright red and swollen, her beautiful buttocks white with a hint of pink, exuding an indescribable
lewdness and sexiness.

I pulled my penis out, and Mom turned around. She skillfully knelt down and licked it clean for me. After helping me lie down,
she placed one of her black-stockinged thighs on top of me, and pressed her hand against my vulva. Usually, after we finished having sex, Mom
would sit on the toilet and let the semen I ejaculated flow out. Why wasn't she doing this today?

Filled with suspicion, I buried my head in her full breasts and said, "Mom, I was wrong. I'm
sorry . Hit me!

" Mom said coquettishly, "How could my baby be wrong? You're such a good baby. My good baby has spanked
Mom so badly she's afraid to touch the bed. I'm so happy, how could I bear to hit you? Ouch, ouch, it
hurts so much!"

At first, I found it quite appealing. I thought, a woman is a woman. No matter how noble she is, once you've had sex with her, she's nothing special. Once you've had sex with her
, she's your private property, obedient and submissive, and you can make her do whatever you want. I saw a strange smile on
my mother's face. Although I didn't know what was going to happen, I inwardly groaned. I knew this was
the calm before the storm. My mother said, "My baby is so good, I've decided to give you a gift." I remained silent, wondering
what my mother was up to.

My mother continued, "Mom has decided to have a child for you." Seeing my mother's hand continuously inserting semen into my vagina,
I knew I was doomed.

I was shocked, as if struck by lightning. My mother was definitely trying to blackmail me with pregnancy, to make me lose face among my friends
, to make my girlfriend despise me and break up with me, so that I would be utterly disgraced, and the whole world would know I was
a beast's son.

My mother always meant what she said; this must have been premeditated.

My mom said, "You've really forgotten your mother after marrying a new bride! You're like this even before you're married! She's new, I'm
old, there has to be a first come, first served! How many times have you spent time with me these past few months, and how many times with her? Today is really something,
you won't even answer my calls. Today is my fertile period, and I've stopped taking the medication for a while, your seed is already in my belly
." My mom proudly rubbed her belly, and I knelt down with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly, saying, "Mom,
I was wrong, please forgive me!" My mom quickly helped me up, gently wiping my swollen forehead, licking it
for a while, and then coldly said, "You're hungry, go eat first!" I had no choice but to obey. I knew my
mom meant what she said, and now I would listen to whatever she said; this was my last chance.

I obediently finished my meal and tried to persuade my mom to take the morning-after pill, but she absolutely refused. I lost patience, thinking, how could it be
so I didn't care much

. But I spent my free time with my mom and rarely went to see my girlfriend anymore. About a month and a half later, my mom started feeling nauseous and
vomiting.

She took out the pregnancy test she'd prepared beforehand and saw she was indeed pregnant. I felt like dying. Every day I begged
my mom, trying every trick in the book to please her. I took care of all the housework—cooking, laundry. My mom taught me to cook after I went to
university , saying that nothing tasted as good as what I made myself, and I was actually quite a good cook. Seeing
the satisfied smile on my mom's face after she finished the food I cooked, I grabbed her legs, took off her high heels, and hugged her
slightly smelly feet, sucking her toes through her stockings. I even stuck my tongue into her vagina and licked her
anus to please her. But my mom just squinted her eyes and smiled without saying a word.

By then, school had started, and I was shuttling between school and home. My mom still wouldn't let me go. Two months into her pregnancy,
fearing her colleagues would find out, she took a long leave of absence, using all the public holidays and compensatory leave she'd saved up over the years. My colleagues at work
were all puzzled. My mother had always been a workaholic, arriving 40 minutes early for work every day.
In over 20 years, aside from her maternity leave after giving birth to me, she had almost never taken a day off. My mother's only reaction was a smile and an explanation
: "I'm getting old, tired, and want to rest." We moved again. Our new home was the marital home my mother had prepared for my
wedding , and now a couple from the old family lived there, haha. We moved here because most of
the houses were bought by out-of-town speculators; the buildings were mostly empty, so naturally, no one paid attention to my
mother and me.

My mother spent her days cooking for me, shopping for me, and making love to me. Later, when I was five months pregnant, my mother started
gaining weight again, and the baby was clearly visible. I knelt down, crying, and swore to her that I would break up with my girlfriend and that my mother would choose my future girlfriends
.

My mom finally let me go, revealing a long-lost smile, and said, "That's my good boy.
Focus on studies, don't date, and if you want to have sex, come to Mom."

I went to the hospital with her. On the way, I was constantly afraid the doctor would ask about my relationship with my mom. Although she doesn't
look still looks much older than me. But it turned out my worries were unnecessary.

These days, abortions are so common, and hospitals are open-minded; they don't care about your relationship, they just collect money.

The doctor said the fetus was too big to abort, and they could only induce labor. The doctor said it was a boy, developing very well,
what a pity . There are many abortions now, but very few induced labors. The doctor was also puzzled as to why I hadn't come for so long and
told me: "You need to come to the hospital earlier for an abortion.

" Induced labor is so painful! After the induced labor, my mom was in so much pain that she lost a lot of weight. I was heartbroken. I didn't let
her get out of bed every day, running around taking care of her, and I didn't even shave. My mother, however, gradually became rosy and fuller-figured under my care, while I,
with my full beard, looked much older. Now, my mother looks about my age. Later, I learned that she hadn't told me
something : induced labor can also cause milk production. She threw away the medication the doctor prescribed to suppress lactation. I
didn't understand this, and my mother kept it from me.

After returning home, my mother's breasts began to swell and produce milk, soaking her clothes. A few days later...
It was no use; my mother's breasts were swollen like balloons, and very hard to the touch. She looked at me pitifully and said, "
Mommy's uncomfortable, sweetie, can you help Mommy suckle?"

Could I say no?

My mother has a plentiful milk supply; she can squeeze so much milk that it sprays quite far. Later, when we made love, the milk
would spray out automatically if we moved too much. I didn't know why, so I asked her. She smiled faintly and said, "That's just milk spurting."
When I let her suckle, she teased me, deliberately squeezing her breasts hard, causing milk to get into my nose, making me cough
until my face turned red . I asked her when she could wean me, and she said she was taking medication and would wean me then. I suckled for half a month, and my mother's
milk supply was still plentiful. I asked her, "How much longer do I have to suckle?"

She said coldly, "I never took the medicine, I threw it all away, hehe. You drank my milk until you were five,
now you're in luck again." I was stunned. My mom had played me again. This breast milk should have belonged to my younger brother
, but now it had become a shackle binding me. My mom was as happy as a bride at home. No matter if I was in class,
studying, or doing experiments, my mom would send me a text message: "Baby, my breasts are engorged again." I would have to
be , obediently letting her nurse.

Actually, breast milk doesn't taste as good as cow's milk. Cow's milk has added food flavorings, making it taste better. Breast milk is
pure, a little thin, but sweet. The taste changes depending on my mom's diet and mood. When my mom is in a bad
mood , the breast milk will taste fishy. After drinking breast milk for a long time, it becomes as familiar as drinking water. A month later, my mom
officially got back to work, and she was busy at home again. She applied for early retirement. For a middle-level
manager , everyone said it was a pity to retire early.

I asked her if staying with me was really that good. She lay in my arms and gently said, "Your mother's childhood
dream was to be a simple woman, staying with my man and living a simple life." But her life was hard, and fate didn't give her
that chance. Every day, my mother and I treat each other with respect, and she doesn't spank me during sex anymore .

Every morning, she wakes me up with oral sex, and after ejaculating in her mouth, she strokes my penis and
breastfeeds me. When I'm free, we make love more than four times a day. The difference is that now,
before we make love, I have to empty both of her breasts, otherwise the stimulation is too great, and the milk will spray all over the bed and me.

I burp as I put my mother's legs on my shoulders and happily thrust into her vagina,
mother and son greedily sucking each other's saliva. I love kissing my mother the most; her oral skills are
amazing, even more stimulating than oral sex. My mother's tongue was incredibly soft, like a marshmallow, and very
moist , with barely any coating, revealing a delicate reddish hue. She would lick my teeth and tongue, bringing me
cool saliva. She would also suck on my tongue, giving me oral sex like it was a penis. My tongue in her mouth
was being served by her tongue until it was ecstatic; my tongue was so stretched out that I didn't want to pull it back. Several times
I was too greedy, and my tongue became stiff and couldn't be pulled back. My mother would then lick the base of my tongue little by little,
and slowly push it back with the tip of her tongue until it finally returned to normal.

Life is like that; a happy and peaceful life can often be changed by a thoughtless remark.

Once, after making love with my mother, I lay in her arms, my head buried deep in her cleavage. I tentatively
asked her, "Mom, weren't you going to find me a wife? When are you going to find me a wife? I want a wife."

My mother stroked my hair and said with a hint of sorrow, "Wouldn't it be good if Mom were your wife?" I was
silent . "Of course it would be good, Mom. But what about in the future?" My mother took out her breast, put her nipple in my
mouth, and squeezed her breast, filling my mouth with a torrent of milk.

My mother then placed my hand on her bare, white legs clad in black stockings and said, "They
can't give you this."

I suckled passionately, and my mother said again, "When your old mother can't take care of you anymore, I'll give you back to
your bride. First come, first served, what do you say?"

I said, "Mom, I really love you, but in the future, my bride might not be waiting for me. If I want a child then
, I'll be too old. What will I do then?" My mom laughed, "
Whose milk are you drinking now? I really wanted to give you a little brother, but you were so dramatic, I couldn't help it!

Even though I'm old, if you like children, I'd die again to give you one." I cried.
This is my mother. A woman willing to have a child for you is a woman who truly loves you, especially when that
woman is my mother. That night I slept restlessly, having several nightmares. My mother held me and comforted
me until I finally fell asleep.

The next morning, my mother was gone. She left a note that read: "My dear baby, ask your
bride for a child! Mom hasn't gone far. Bring the child home when you have it, and Mom will breastfeed both of you
. Mom hasn't gone far; Mom is watching over you.

" I finally couldn't hold back anymore and yelled, "Mom!" and rushed out, searching and searching
in the vast sea of people. A week passed without any results. My eyes were almost blind from crying, and my legs were almost broken from running.
Desperate , I remembered my mother's note. I swallowed my pride and went to my girlfriend. For my mother's sake, I
didn't care about . I told her about my mother's situation, and she cried too. She said she was willing to help me, and we made love passionately.
Less than a year later, we had our own daughter. One day, I came home and saw my mother sitting there, smiling, waiting for me.
I rubbed my eyes—yes, it was real, not a hallucination, not a dream!

I rushed over like a madman, picked her up, and kissed her face until it was covered in saliva and my tears.

I looked at my mother; she was still so beautiful, alluring, and queen-like. My mother asked me, "Where's the baby?" My girlfriend
came in carrying our daughter. My mother smiled and said, "Come on, let me breastfeed the baby!" I asked in surprise, "
Mom, you still have milk?

" My mother said, "Yes! I pump milk every day; it's so hard. What
kind of ?

" My girlfriend remained silent. She took medication to suppress lactation to maintain her figure, and her daughter was formula-fed. The daughter
smiled as she nursed, but her mother's milk supply was still plentiful; the daughter even choked. The mother
said to her girlfriend, "Come live with my son! He has two mothers, a bride and an old mother." At this point, all four of us
laughed.

(The End)

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