Beautiful woman during breastfeeding

Late at night, Mina reflected on the past year. Each time she called her classmates back home, some were continuing their studies at prestigious universities, while others had already entered high-level corporate jobs. Her life this past year had been uneventful. She came and went from city to city every day, enduring the strange looks from neighbors and the lewd stares from men. She felt lost and helpless in this city. Lao Shun's income wasn't high either, and their lives were barely scraping by. This struggle had become even more pronounced after the birth of their child.

She hadn't touched the money her mother had given her; it was her only lifeline. She planned to find a job when the child was older, or even leave Lao Shun. There was no foundation of love between them; only guilt and resentment. Guilt that Lao Shun hadn't harmed her during this time, and resentment that he had run into her while drinking last time.

The faint sound of sobbing echoed down the corridor. Just then, Mina heard a knock at the door. She was a little scared; who could be knocking at this hour? "Girl, it's me. Open the door!" Mina recognized the voice as that of the older woman across the hall.

It turned out the older woman was still awake and was carrying a small pot of red date soup. "Girl, you're so pitiful. You haven't finished your postpartum period yet, and I saw you crying all night. Here, drink this soup first, it'll help you recover..." Mina couldn't help herself. This bowl of soup was like a godsend to her. Her grateful eyes couldn't repay her. She sat down and drank the hot red date soup while still crying, feeling a gentle warmth.

The older woman sat beside her, smiling as she watched Mina finish her drink. She glanced around Mina's house, noticing Old Shun's eccentric temperament. Despite living there for so long, the neighbors had never greeted each other. This woman, though eighty, was still quite healthy. The area was safe; even at night, the wooden doors were left unlocked. Hearing Mina crying through the iron gate, she couldn't resist bringing over the jujube soup she had been drinking.

The two women instantly became acquainted. Mina was very grateful for her help last time and knew the woman was called Aunt An. She recalled how Aunt An and her son, Uncle Ding, had accompanied her to the hospital, and Uncle Ding had even signed her birth certificate. In this unfamiliar city, Mina suddenly opened up. "

So that's how it is..." Aunt An understood. She felt a surge of affection for the young girl, but as it was late, she said goodbye and went home. Mina had told someone about her past for the first time, and she slept very well that night. When she woke up in the middle of the night to feed the baby, the bowl of jujube soup seemed to alleviate the pain of her engorged breasts.

However, the abundance of milk left the thick padding of Mina's underwear smelling strongly of milk. When she first arrived at Lao Shun's house, because the living space was small, she hung her underwear in the hallway. But after a week, she noticed that every time she took down the laundry, either a pair of underwear or a bra was missing. Naively, she thought she had mixed it up with someone else's, so she moved it to the bathroom window.

Lao Shun often played mahjong, and every time he lost money, seeing Mina's underwear hanging in the bathroom felt like bad luck, adding a layer of gloom to their already dull lives. Since the baby was born, the need for laundry increased, and Mina had to hang her underwear outside again. This time, however, she was more careful; she tied a hook to the small bell on the iron gate, so it would jingle if someone took it.

As for the excess milk, she could only express it into a cup and then discard it after feeding the baby. Old Shun would bring breakfast when he came home in the morning, and she would cook lunch and dinner. She liked spicy food and made her own sausages, hanging them in the ventilator, which gave her some comfort in this city that didn't feel like her own.

These past few days, Aunt An from across the street had started coming over more frequently. Old Shun had bumped into her a few times, and although he wasn't happy, he knew women needed nourishment, and he didn't understand it himself, so Aunt An was helping out. Sometimes he would buy her nice things and deliberately have Meina cook for her.

Since his erectile dysfunction, Old Shun hadn't found a solution. The other day at home, he saw Meina squatting down talking to Aunt An, her white breasts half-exposed inside her collar, which aroused him, and he even had a slight erection. But seeing the two chatting so happily, he couldn't intervene and could only swallow his bitterness. Meina knew about this situation and had researched the old man's erectile dysfunction online, but what could she do?
In the evenings, Aunt An would come over for a visit, and her mentally challenged son, Dingzi, who had suffered a shock, would sometimes sneak over as well. At first, Meina was afraid he would harm the baby, but she noticed that Dingzi was unusually quiet around her, even standing shyly, so she let him be.

That night, Aunt An went home; the old folks were used to going to bed early. After seeing her off, Meina noticed that the glass of milk on the table was empty, assuming she had poured it out herself. The next morning, Lao Shun returned early and saw Meina still fast asleep, the blanket half-fallen. He, who usually slept on the living room sofa, couldn't resist lying down next to her, his calloused hand pressing against Meina's full breasts. Meina woke up and saw Lao Shun, reeking of sweat, touching her fair skin. She instinctively pushed him away in disgust.

Unexpectedly, this ignited Lao Shun's pride. He forcefully pinched Mina's nipple, letting out a muffled groan. Mina cried out in pain, tears streaming down her face. She gripped his hand tightly, holding on tightly. Only their panting breaths filled the air as they struggled for that lovely breast.

A child cried out, seemingly aware that his mother had been bullied. Lao Shun quickly made way for Mina to comfort the child. With a sigh, Lao Shun silently and angrily returned to his sofa bed. The two rarely spoke. Due to work requirements, Lao Shun was assigned to a new housing development in the city, serving as its deputy manager. He had returned happily, but seeing Mina's treatment instantly extinguished his interest. Of course, his unreliable penis was the main reason.

Lao Shun, who had contact with his colleagues, knew about a drug that supposedly made one's penis incredibly erect, but it was expensive and he dared not try to buy it. He had been transferred to a new job there and could only come home once a week, so he told Mina about it. Mina was eager for him to come home less often and readily agreed. Lao Shun also told Aunt An that he felt more at ease with this 80-year-old woman and her 60-year-old mentally challenged son,
and gave her some money to look after Mina.

Aunt An arrived in the morning. Mina, wearing a long pink silk dress, had delicate lips and rosy cheeks. Holding her child, her eyes radiated maternal tenderness. The dress covered her slender legs—a truly beautiful girl… Aunt An looked at her, secretly plotting something…

“Ya Zi, Lao Shun isn’t home lately, you have to keep a close eye on her. There are many bad people in this world,” Aunt An said caringly to the girl.

"Yes, I've locked the door since you weren't coming. It's just..." Mina hesitated, "...it's just that some men walk around the door on purpose, peeping at me." "That's why, I told you, it's like that in this building. Look at that guy at the very end of the corridor, Ah Di, he lives alone, he's crazy, no woman dares to pass by his door. And he often peeks at Widow Liu upstairs taking a bath, he's been caught twice already. They've sealed off her doors and windows, but he still loiters around the door all day, it's so scary..." Mina was terrified by what she heard, thinking to herself, "No wonder my underwear is gone, he probably stole it."

Seeing Mina's panicked expression, Aunt An said casually, "It's okay, I'm not here. If you have any problems, just tell Dingzi. He's not a bad person, if he hadn't met that bad woman, he wouldn't have been so traumatized

." "Ah?" This was the first time Mina had talked to Aunt An about her son. The person who signed in the family section when her child was born had such an experience, it was really pitiful.

"Yes, alas, what a tragedy..." Aunt An looked at Mina, who was holding the child, and embellished the story of Nail's past. Mina's eyes welled with tears. She realized how tragic Nail's life had been—a former sailor who had been swindled out of his entire fortune by his wife. Comparing her own life to Nail's, Mina's eyes reddened.

"Now, Nail is alright, it's just that I'm old and can't stay with him for long, alas..." These were Aunt An's heartfelt words, and she too couldn't help but cry.

Mina hadn't expected Aunt An to touch such a deep chord. She quickly comforted the eighty-year-old woman, "It's alright, you're blessed with good fortune, you'll live to be a hundred."

Sobbing, Aunt An continued, "I only have one wish in this life, sigh, if this isn't resolved, I won't be able to rest in peace..."

"What is it?" Mina asked curiously.

"It's about finding him a wife," Aunt An's eyes brightened, "Even if I can't find one, I want him to experience what it's like to be a man, sigh, what a tragedy, his wife ran away on their first night..."

"Ah? His wife left on their first night, that's so tragic?" Mina didn't understand Aunt An's meaning.
Suddenly, a series of rapid bell rings rang out.

Mina's face paled instantly. "Oh no!" She put down the child in her arms and hurriedly opened the wooden door. Through the iron gate, she saw the hanging bell swaying back and forth.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Aunt An also became nervous.

"Someone stole my clothes!" Mina was so frightened that she was about to cry when the sound of rapid footsteps echoed in the corridor.
"Oh my god, what are we going to do?" Aunt An sighed. "What happened?" She watched as Mina opened the iron gate. A piece of underwear lay on the floor, tied with a thread and hanging from the doorway. Luckily, it hadn't been stolen.

"How can these people be like this? Stealing clothes all day long! What's the point of stealing clothes? If they're so poor, what's the point of selling worn-out clothes?" Mina turned back and smiled bitterly at Aunt An.

Aunt An, being an experienced woman, could hear the innocence in Mina's heart. She also knew that Mina didn't really understand social situations. She didn't want to point out what the tattered clothes were for; she had just said something and had been interrupted by the thief, which was really unpleasant.
After offering a few words of comfort, Aunt An left. In the afternoon, Mina, who usually took a nap, lay on her bed idly playing on her phone when someone knocked on the door. She opened it and saw it was Nail.

Based on Aunt An's introduction that morning, Mina knew him quite well, so she didn't have any reservations. She had previously complained about his unwashed smell, but now it didn't seem like a big problem.

"What's wrong, Uncle Nail?" Mina's clear and lovely voice rang out.

"Here. Here. Mom told me to give this to you." Dingzi lowered his head, holding a lunchbox. It turned out that Aunt An didn't have time to cook tonight, so she prepared it in advance before leaving and asked Dingzi to give it to Mina.

Mina took it; the steaming hot meal was her favorite garlic pork. "Waaah..." A cry rang out; the baby had woken up. She quickly turned around and went into the bedroom to check on the child. Dingzi was standing in the doorway, and he clearly saw Mina bending over to hug the baby. Her pair of white breasts, hanging from her collar, were particularly alluring.

He swallowed hard, watching Mina's pink silk nightgown wrap around her shapely buttocks, the edge of her panties peeking out.

The baby was ready to nurse, so she picked him up and prepared to feed him. Turning around, she saw Dingzi standing blankly in the doorway
. She was momentarily unsure whether to tell him to leave or not. "Uncle Dingzi, what's wrong? Is there something else? I'm watching the baby..." Most people would know to avoid such a question, but Dingzi's legs seemed to be controlled by magic, and he actually stepped into the room. Mina was a little surprised, but remembering Aunt An's words, he was a simpleton and didn't understand anything, so she let it go. She whispered, "Uncle Dingzi, then close the door and sit in the living room."

Dingzi stared at Mina as she turned away, then pulled the iron gate shut. A large cloth blocked the gate, so one wouldn't be able to see in unless they bent down.

Mina picked up the still-crying baby, sat on the bed, pulled up one side of her clothes, and put her nipple into the baby's mouth. The baby immediately stopped crying. With plenty of milk, the baby quickly ate his fill and fell asleep before she could switch sides.

Mina put the child down and turned around, only to be startled to see Dingzi standing dumbfounded in the doorway, staring at her. "How long has he been standing there?" Mina wondered. "Could he have been standing there ever since I turned around?" she thought. "Right, he's just a simpleton, he doesn't understand anything, his mind is probably like a child's. It's alright, it's alright," Mina thought, blushing.

The room was stuffy, and Dingzi's masculine scent made Mina feel a little breathless. "Uncle Dingzi, it's hot inside, let's go sit outside,"

Mina said. She had just finished feeding the child, and her other breast, stimulated, had sprayed out a lot of milk, soaking the area. Her silk dress clung to her breasts, perfectly outlining the curves of her nipples and breasts, giving Dingzi a full view. It was as if she wasn't wearing anything at all; even her areolas were clearly visible.

Nail's eyes were fixed on Mina's white, fleshy breasts. Mina noticed his gaze and inwardly cursed, "All men are the same. At least this one's an idiot."

"What are you looking at?" Mina asked. Nail, who harbored some fear of her, was momentarily speechless. He treated her like a goddess; anyone who bullied her was wrong. The worst person he'd ever offended was Lao Shun. He'd seen Lao Shun bullying Mina that day, and he couldn't stand it, so he snapped. Unexpectedly, Mina suddenly gave birth. Her

previously large belly was gone, and now Mina was voluptuous, especially at home in her silk pajamas and underwear. A surge of heat coursed through him, and his penis hardened, bulging out. Mina also saw the thing in his crotch, seemingly about to burst out.

Recently, Lao Shun has been impotent, and his daily, seemingly casual, caresses and teasing have been making Mina itch with desire. However, her reserve quickly extinguishes any sparks of lust, and she focuses her attention on the child. At this moment

, she suddenly thinks, "What's wrong with me? He's just a fool, what's wrong with me…" Her face flushed, she quickens her voice, "Get out, get out, go outside!" she yells at Dingzi.

Hearing her rude tone, Dingzi panics, stumbling back several steps, his gaze reluctantly leaving her full breasts before he lowers his head again.

Mina, seeing his actions, also feels something is amiss. "Uncle Dingzi, you, you should sit for a while…" Dingzi doesn't dare sit, so he stands. He sees a blue cup on the table and points to it, "Milk. Drink milk…"
Mina glances at it, and her heart races. Isn't this the cup she usually uses to hold milk when her breasts are engorged? How? How does he know?

Mina finally realized what was happening. No wonder the cup was empty last time; he and Aunt An had come in that day. She was angry. "Milk? What milk? It's for my child, you know? What are you drinking?"

Dingzi didn't understand, but he could hear the anger in her voice. He stood there like a child who had done something wrong, not daring to lift his head. Mina was furious. "Get out, get out!" Dingzi didn't move. He just stood there. Mina came over and pushed him. "Get out!"

Dingzi still didn't move. He was even a little anxious. He didn't know what he had done wrong. It was just a cup, and there was milk Aunt An usually bought in it. He drank it; it was delicious. Seeing Dingzi, who was standing there like a child, head down, eyes red, Mina was helpless.

She didn't dare raise her voice too much, because the neighbors at the door and the children inside would hear. Dingzi wouldn't leave. Facing this simpleton, she was at a loss for the first time. She was still sticky and uncomfortable, so she ignored it, picked up the cup, and went into the bathroom.

She pinched her nipple and gently squeezed it, a stream of milk spurting into the cup. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem, but there was a man standing in the living room, a normal man, with a thick, erect penis, and who had drunk her milk—just an idiot, just an idiot. Leaning against the bathroom door, her heart pounded wildly.

The white milk quickly filled more than half the cup, and her breasts weren't so swollen and painful anymore. She massaged her proud breasts; despite having given birth and still having so much milk, they hadn't sagged at all, and her nipples were still a beautiful pink, the areolas hadn't enlarged—this was due to her youth and lack of sexual experience. She looked at herself in the mirror with satisfaction, picked up the cup, and was about to pour it into the toilet.

But she quickly stopped. It was still milk, after all, and that idiot had drunk from it. It was such a waste to throw it away. Since the idiot wanted it, why not let him drink it… Mina felt a surge of heat within her.
But is this okay? How could I give my breast milk to a man? What if he tells everyone? No, if I don't say anything, and he doesn't say anything, no one will know! I'll just leave it there, and he can drink it himself, then it's none of my business.

She opened the bathroom door and saw Dingzi still standing there dumbly in the living room, his penis tucked back in his pants, but his hands were pressed tightly against his thighs, motionless. Mina chuckled. She changed her clothes and threw her silk nightgown into the bucket. Then she casually walked out and placed the cup back where it had been.

The cup was now set down, and half a cup of white milk, warm breast milk, was clearly visible inside. Mina didn't say anything, but walked straight to the sofa in front of the TV and sat down. She turned on the TV, but her eyes were fixed on Dingzi's movements.

Dingzi stared at the cup, and Mina's heart pounded...

Dingzi finally reached out and grabbed the cup by the handle. He glanced at Mina instinctively, and she quickly turned away, turned on the TV, and watched loudly. She clearly saw Dingzi drink the milk, the milk that belonged to her. This was the first time she had willingly let another man drink her milk.

Her eyes were filled with guilt. She watched him finish the cup. Dingzi grinned, "Sister, hehehe..." Mina blushed. "Um...you...you drank it, you can't tell anyone! Not even Aunt An! If you do, there won't be a next time!" Faced with Mina's warning, Dingzi swallowed and nodded, seemingly understanding.

After delivering the nail and leaving, Mina lay down on the sofa. Her warm body, her burning desire, and her rebellious passion gave her a different feeling. Unconsciously, she touched her nipples, massaging them in circles, making soft "ee-ya" sounds that filled the lazy afternoon air.

[The End]

URL 1:http://localhost:909/htmlBlog/5392.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=5392&aspx=1

Previous Page : Pregnancy checkup for sluts

Next Page : Country girl

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

Beautiful woman during breastfeeding

comment Open a new window to view comments