The older brother suckles his mother's milk.

A cool summer night.
Mingda sat on the living room sofa, 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 was on TV.
And who was the woman sitting opposite him? She was nobody. She was Xiangru, Mingda's 34-year-old mother, who had just given birth to a baby boy.
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 why Mingda's father, who makes a fortune in trade, ultimately chose to marry Xiangru. Getting back to the point, Xiangru, while flipping through a magazine on the table, unconsciously leaned forward slightly. This leaning caused Mingda to feel dizzy and unable to regain his balance for a long time. On television, the voice of Jolin, the singer of "Meinai," no longer held Mingda's attention as a devoted fan. In other words, the so-called "heartthrob" was defeated by a deep cleavage, defeated by two white, semi-circular breasts.
Xiangru was wearing an orange tight-fitting t-shirt with a V-neck, and from a distance, it looked like there was a black zipper in the center of the neckline. However, Mingda, being the "top student" in his 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 had to 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, I could have met Mom, pursued her, and... hehe... maybe even slept with her!'
Just as Mingda was lost in his fantasies, Xiangru's brows furrowed, her face contorted slightly with pain. 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 that 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 the sofa and took out his motorcycle keys from his pocket." As Mingda reached the front door and prepared to start the 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 "milk" his mother had uttered. He knew his mother, who valued her image, would never have let that word slip from her lips unless she was in considerable pain. 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 much more complicated. (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 special admissions?"
Mingda replied, "The entrance exam didn't test that!" He then asked, "Mom, is it really okay?"
Without a doubt, 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 erection is much faster than any bird 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 hadn't considered that if it weren't for his brother, his mother wouldn't have so readily exposed her breasts for him to suckle.
While drinking the milk, Mingda grew bolder and secretly touched the other exposed breast a few times. Xiangru was initially startled, as she hadn't expected her usually well-behaved son to be such a vigorous young man. Therefore, she told herself that Mingda's actions were just accidental and nothing to be alarmed about.
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?'
Actually, the reaction wasn't Xiangru's fault. From the third month of her pregnancy until now, she hadn't experienced intimacy for almost a year. Her husband, citing the inappropriateness of sex during pregnancy, insisted on not having intercourse with her. Thinking of this, Xiangru couldn't help but curse inwardly: "Hmph, you bastard! Using such an excuse to openly play with other women."
Meanwhile, when Mingda realized his mother hadn't stopped his surreptitious actions, he began to lightly touch his mother's nipple with the tip of his tongue, 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 begin to doubt her behavior: 'Could it be that Mom…? That's right!' Since Mom got pregnant, Dad has been going to bars more and more often. Maybe…” Thinking that Mom also had her own physiological needs, and seeing her reaction to his actions, Mingda’s hand had already slipped under Xiangru’s skirt and was now stroking her thigh: “Two inches more, one inch more, just a little bit more, and I’ll be able to touch Mom’s vulva.”
Just as Mingda touched a few of Xiangru’s exposed pubic hairs, the sound of brakes came from outside the door.
“Okay! Your dad’s back.” Xiangru pushed Mingda away, stood up, and quickly put her top and bra back on. Her lower abdomen felt like it had been hit by a hard object. Xiangru looked down and saw a huge tent in Mingda’s crotch. A few drops of blood on a rose petal would be the color of Xiangru’s face when her eyes met Mingda’s.
Silence fueled the awkwardness. To appear calm, Xiangru said, “Go back to your room. Don’t let your dad see the… milk on your lips…”
As Mingda climbed the stairs, his reluctance shifted 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 hear the rest. 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, its intense rays streaming through the window onto Mingda. "Damn! How can the sunlight be so strong!" he 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 my mother's milk..."
He grabbed a piece of clothing and glanced at the clock; the hour hand was pointing precisely to one o'clock. "How could I have slept so long?" Mingda asked himself. On the floor lay his freshly changed underwear, the obvious stains on it answering Mingda's question: "That's 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, muttering to himself, "Huh? Dad seems to be..." A smile crept onto his lips.
Downstairs, Mingda, who was about to go to the kitchen for lunch, was captivated by a beautiful sight before him. He abandoned his meal plans and headed towards the living room. His change of direction didn't mean he wasn't hungry; rather, his lunch was now "sitting" in the living room.
Looking around, he saw Mingda's penis placed on the sofa by Xiangru, his lower body naked, legs spread, waiting for his mother to change his diaper. If babies could talk, he'd probably curse his older brother right now!
Quietly approaching his mother from behind, Mingda abruptly pulled open Xiangru's shirt, pressed his left hand against her shoulder, and forcefully grabbed her breast with his right. What he saw next left Mingda speechless, followed by a burst of wild laughter. After his successful attack on 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 sofa. "Wah...wah...wah..." The innocent baby, startled by the sudden milk splatter on his face, cried loudly.
"What are you doing?" Xiangru scolded Mingda, half-smiling, half-angry, 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 against her right chest.
As the saying goes, "Sharing happiness and hardship." However, our protagonist, Mingda, truly lives up to his reputation as a top student, adding, "Let's share the milk!" Since his younger brother had taken over their mother's right breast, as the older brother, he couldn't be outdone. He knelt down and greedily suckled at Xiangru's left nipple.
"Hey! I'm feeding your little brother, not you. Your lunch is in the kitchen," Xiangru said with
a laugh. Wiping the milk from 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."
Sleeping and eating, eating and sleeping—these are a baby's privileges. Xiangru got up from the sofa, carrying the sleepy-eyed infant, and walked towards the guest room next to the kitchen. Watching his mother's graceful back and full, rounded buttocks, Mingda stood up as well. Although his stomach was already full from his mother's milk, his little brother was desperately crying out for food. His
little brother was already asleep in the crib, and Xiangru was bending over to cover her son with a blanket. The short skirt that fit her perfectly now looked like it was about to burst open from those two plump buttocks. Seeing this scene, Mingda quietly took off his pants and underwear and walked silently behind Xiangru.
"What are you doing? Take your hands off me!" Xiangru shouted, her hands tightly gripping the short skirt that Mingda had pulled down. The short skirt finally fell to the floor, and when Xiangru turned her head and saw Mingda's erect penis, that hard and stiff rod in front of her reminded her of the military exercise footage broadcast on the news a few days ago. 'It looks just like a cannon!' Xiangru thought to herself.
Just as she was lost in her fantasies, she suddenly felt a chill on her lower body. Looking down, she realized that Mingda had also taken off her white cotton panties. Instinctively, Xiangru quickly covered her lush, dark forest with her hands, shouting, "Stop!" Then she forcefully pushed Mingda to the floor.
Xiangru's reaction greatly surprised Mingda. Logically, his mother's behavior last night and today should have indicated her consent to having 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 not 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 seeing 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 at my breast doesn't mean I want to do 'that' with you. 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, Mingda interrupted, "Mom, don't speak yet. Let me ask you a few questions. If you can answer them, I promise nothing like this will happen again. First, why did you put your hand on my head last night when I was drinking milk? Second, why did you make a sound when I touched your thigh? Third, at the age of virility, do you have absolutely no physical needs?"
Xiangru fell silent. After hearing her son's questions, what should she say? Mingda's questions were so sharp, so realistic in describing her reaction. If she really had to answer, there would only be five words: "Yes! I want it!"
Suddenly, a scorching hot iron rod seemed to appear in her hand. Snapping out of her chaotic thoughts, Xiangru realized Mingda had pulled her hand to 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, saying, "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. His mother's breasts were so soft, so comfortable to touch. Mingda thought, 'Once Mom gets her lactation-suppressing injection, I'll definitely give these breasts a good massage.' Mingda 's
tongue traced circles on Xiangru's areola, and his fingers traced circles on her vulva. His seductive touch rekindled a burning passion within Xiangru, who hadn't made love in a long time. A fire of desire ignited in her lower abdomen, slowly spreading throughout her body. Xiangru moaned, "Oh... Mingda... so good... oh... oh..."
Index, middle, and ring fingers, one after another, Mingda inserted them into his mother's wet, slippery vagina. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, Mingda's movements caused the "noblewoman" Xiangru to frantically twist her waist and sway her hips. The pleasure grew stronger, the itchier more intense. Mingda heard his mother plead, "Oh... my good son... Mom... oh... I can't take it anymore... give it to me... quickly..."
Mingda placed his penis at the entrance of her vagina, rubbing it back and forth until his mother propped herself up with her legs. He then thrust his penis into her. He rocked and rocked until his mother cried out. Mingda thrust in and out forcefully, making his mother moan incessantly: "Ah...ah...good son...a little harder...oh...um...that's it..."
A wave of pleasure surged through him. Mingda knew he was close to ejaculation. He couldn't help but vigorously knead his mother's breasts, squeezing and grabbing them, causing two streams of milk to spurt out, scattering like petals in the air. Not wanting his father to have a third son out of the blue, Mingda withdrew his penis from his mother's body, spraying his semen onto Xiangru's abdomen.
The thin, white milk and the thick, white semen created a scene on Xiangru's abdomen that could be described as "Mother and Son's Endless Pleasure"...
Happy times always fly by. Was sex pleasurable? The answer is definitely yes. In the blink of an eye, Mingda had retired from the military and was helping out at his father's company. His younger brother, who had once had his face washed with breast milk, was now a young man lacking in strength. Why lacking strength? The answer was simple: if a person doesn't get enough nutrition during their growth period, how can they be healthy?
"It's all your fault! Look at your brother, always needing to see the doctor..." It was Xiangru speaking, currently lying in Mingda's arms.
"You should blame yourself! Such big breasts, but not enough milk," Mingda replied casually, his hands playing with Xiangru's breasts. After so many years and many women, he deeply felt that only his mother's breasts were truly good, feeling substantial enough.
While the mother and son were joking around, someone burst through the door, shouting, "So...so it was you who secretly drank my milk, making me weak and sickly now..." The one who said this was none other than Xiangru's second son—Mingda's younger brother.
Mingda wasn't worried about his affair with his mother being exposed. On the contrary, he felt a surge of jealousy. When he saw his mother get out of bed, hug his younger brother, and laugh, "Don't be angry! Today, Mom will help you get your lost milk back..."
A pair of large breasts pressed against her chest—who could be angry? Would you? I certainly wouldn't!

The summer night was cool.
Mingda sat on the sofa in the living room, holding the remote control, 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 just 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? That's right, when a woman with large breasts sat opposite him, no one cared what was on TV.
And who was the person sitting opposite him? She was nobody. She was a woman who had just given birth to a baby boy, Mingda's 34-year-old mother—Xiangru.
Mingda's mother was of average appearance, with nothing particularly attractive about her. Logically speaking, a woman who can't catch a man's eye should have a lackluster romantic history. However, the reality is quite the opposite; in her teenage years, she had many suitors. Why? The answer is simple: she possessed a pair of 36E breasts that swayed from side to side when she walked. Rather than marrying a beautiful woman with a flat chest, it was better to find a woman who wasn't unattractive but had an impressive bust to spend his life with. This was the reason why Mingda's father, a wealthy trader, ultimately chose to marry Xiangru.
Getting back to the point, Xiangru leaned forward slightly while flipping through a magazine on the table. This leaning made Mingda dizzy and unable to regain his balance for a long time. On television, the voice of Jolin, the singer of "Meinai," no longer attracted the attention of Mingda, a loyal fan. In other words, the so-called "heartbreaker" was defeated by a deep cleavage, defeated by two white, semi-circular breasts.
Xiangru was wearing an orange, tight-fitting t-shirt with a V-neck. From a distance, it looked like there was an extra black zipper in the center of the neckline. However, Mingda, 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 compression 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 have met Mom, pursued her, and... hehe... maybe even slept with Mom!'
Just as Mingda was lost in his fantasies, Xiangru's brows furrowed, and her face contorted slightly with pain. Noticing her mother's unusual expression, Mingda shook his head, clearing his mind of his fantasies, and quickly asked, 'Mom, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Should we see a doctor?' Xiangru looked up at Mingda. For some unknown reason, she suddenly blushed, then waved her hand to indicate she was alright.
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 the sofa and took out his motorcycle keys from his pocket. As Mingda reached the front door and prepared to start the motorcycle, 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 if she weren't in considerable pain, his usually image-conscious mother would never have let that word escape her lips. Just as he was thinking 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 play dumb, Mingda readily complied; he knew that human intuition was rarely wrong.
If a person knows how to play dumb, not only can they avoid trouble, but sometimes it can 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 health check again, what should we do?" Playing dumb shouldn't be too over the top. If he, a gifted student, had asked his mother what engorgement meant, the rest of the story would have been much harder to develop. (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 this 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 special admissions?"
Mingda replied, "The entrance exam didn't test that!" He then asked, "Mom, is it really okay?"
Without a doubt, 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 erection is much faster than any bird 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 from the corner of his eye, he noticed his mother's face was unusually rosy, like a blooming rose. As the warm, slightly sour milk flowed into his mouth, Mingda couldn't help but curse his not-yet-one-year-old brother in his heart: "You brat! You're so lucky to be able to suckle such beautiful breasts! Besides, you've made Mom's breasts a little saggy; I'll settle that score with you."
Humans are such ungrateful creatures. Mingda didn't realize that if it weren't for his brother, his mother wouldn't have so easily exposed her breasts for him to suckle.
While drinking milk, Mingda boldly groped her other exposed breast a few times. Xiangru was initially startled, as she hadn't expected her usually well-behaved son to be such a vigorous young man. She told herself that Mingda's actions were just an accident and nothing to be alarmed about.
After some time, Xiangru was startled by her own physical reaction. Looking at her son suckling at her nipple, she noticed her vagina beginning to secrete a little lustful fluid: 'How could this be? How could I be so wanton? He's my son, how could I react?'
Actually, her reaction wasn't Xiangru's fault. From the third month of her pregnancy until now, she hadn't experienced sexual intimacy for almost a year. Her husband, citing the inappropriateness of sex during pregnancy, insisted on refusing to have intercourse with her. Thinking of this, Xiangru couldn't help but curse inwardly: "Hmph, you bastard! You actually use this excuse to openly go out and play with women."
Meanwhile, when Mingda realized that his mother hadn't stopped his groping, he began to lightly touch his mother's nipple with the tip of his tongue, 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 that Mom...? That's right! Since Mom got pregnant, Dad has been going to bars more and more often, maybe...' Thinking that his mother also had her own 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 hear the rest. But that didn't matter; what mattered was that he knew—what couldn't be done today might be accomplished 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 my mother'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: "That's right! I think I masturbated three or four times last night. Excessive indulgence, no wonder I slept so late."
Thinking of his mother's lovely nipples, Mingda's penis swelled again. He scratched his crotch and muttered to himself, "Huh? Dad seems to be getting pregnant today..." 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 thought of eating 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 sofa, his lower body naked, legs spread, waiting for his mother to change his diaper. If babies could talk, they'd probably be cursing 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 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 sofa. "Waaah...waaah...waaah..." The innocent 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, "Sharing happiness and hardship." However, our protagonist—Mingda—truly lived up to his reputation as a high achiever, adding, "Sharing 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 'Mommy's darling, eat some milk'? Could it be... could it be that I'm 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 the sofa, 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 me!" 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.
Just 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!" Then she pushed Mingda forcefully to the floor.
Xiangru's reaction greatly surprised Mingda. Logically, his mother's behavior last night and today should have indicated her tacit consent to having sex with him. He hesitated for a moment, then thought, 'Oh! 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 then looking at her son's actions, Xiangru felt she had to take some responsibility. If she hadn't indulged Mingda without stopping him, perhaps this wouldn't have happened today. Thinking this, she sat on the bed and said, 'Mingda, I think we need to have a serious talk.'
Xiangru said, 'You know what? Letting you suckle my breast doesn't mean I want to do 'that' with you. 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 last night when I was drinking milk? 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 could she say after hearing her son's questions? Mingda's questions were so sharp, so realistic in describing her reaction. If she really had to answer, there was only five words: "Yes! I want it!"
Suddenly, a hot iron rod seemed to appear in her hand. Snapping out of her chaotic thoughts, Xiangru realized that Mingda had pulled her hand and placed it on his penis: "Mom, I know you want it. Don't try to lie to me anymore. Look at what you've 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 with a heavy hammer, and she collapsed into Mingda's strong body.
Mingda carefully stroked the large breasts in his hands, afraid that if he used too much force, his sleeping penis would suffer again. His mother's breasts were so soft and felt so good to touch. Mingda thought, "After Mom gets her lactation-suppressing injection, I will definitely massage these breasts properly."
His tongue drew circles on the areola, and his fingers drew circles on the vulva. Mingda's flirting brought back a burning sensation to Xiangru's body, who had not made love in a long time. A burning 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 his mother's wet, slippery vagina. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, Mingda's movements caused the "noblewoman" Xiangru to frantically twist her waist and sway her hips. The pleasure grew stronger, the itchier it became. Mingda heard his mother plead, "Oh... My good son... Mom... Oh... I can't take it anymore... Give it to me... Quickly..."
Mingda placed his penis at the entrance of her vagina, rubbing it back and forth until his mother propped herself up with her legs, then he 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...that's it..."
A wave of pleasure rushed to his head, and Mingda knew that ejaculation was not far off. He couldn't help but rub his mother's plump breasts hard, squeezing and grabbing, and two streams of milk spurted out, scattering in the air like celestial flowers. 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.
The thin, white milk and the thick, white semen created a watercolor painting on Xiangru's abdomen that read "Mother and Son's Endless Pleasure"...
Happy times always pass quickly. Was sex pleasurable? The answer is definitely yes. In the blink of an eye, Mingda had retired from the army and was helping out at his father's company. And the younger brother who had once had his face washed with milk was now a young man with little strength. How could he be young and weak? The answer is simple: how can a person be healthy if they don't get enough nutrition during their growth period?
"It's all your fault! Look at your little brother, always needing to see the doctor..." It was Xiangru speaking, currently lying in Mingda's arms.
"You should blame yourself! Such big breasts, but not enough milk," Mingda replied casually, his hands playing with Xiangru's breasts. After so many years and many women, he deeply felt that only his mother's breasts were truly good, feeling substantial enough.
While the mother and son were joking around, someone burst through the door, shouting, "So...so it was you who secretly drank my milk, making me weak and sickly now..." The speaker was none other than Xiangru's second son—Mingda's younger brother.
Mingda wasn't worried about his affair with his mother being exposed; on the contrary, he felt a surge of jealousy. When he saw his mother get out of bed, hugging his younger brother and laughing, "Don't be angry! Today, Mom will let you get back the milk you lost..."
A pair of large breasts pressing against her chest—who could be angry? Can you do it? I certainly can't!

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