Chapter 2

My son quickly stood up, and the sound of packing up the dishes interrupted me with another wave of random thoughts.

Maybe I will talk to my son about today's events later. Adolescent children are always changing more often.

good!

I told myself again that this is normal, but my son is slowly becoming an adult.

I'll talk to my son about gender relations in the future.

My son put the bowls and chopsticks into the sink and went back to the room

I usually might remember to write homework later, but today I feel a little weird, so I didn't talk to my son.

After eating, I was ready to pack up the dishes. When I got up, my skirt floated, and then I realized that I was not wearing underwear now!

Fortunately, there are only husbands and children in the family, and no one will notice it

Standing in front of the sink, I suddenly noticed something. I looked back and forth my husband who was watching TV in the living room confirmed that he didn't watch me. Then I lifted up my skirt and flipped it down. For some reason, I was already wet?

It’s strange that I wasn’t stimulated, I was just thinking about my son’s affairs just now. Will there be any reaction in this way?

What exactly happened...

I was really excited in the massage studio in the afternoon. Although I was giving a breast massage to the male massager, I was a little sorry for my husband, but now I feel itchy when I think back then.

Then I thought about it, I really haven’t had sex with my husband for a long time. Why not come here tonight?

My husband has been a little interested since I gave birth to a baby. I wonder if I think my figure has become deformed...

But I didn't change much when I looked in the mirror and weighed my body. Unless my breasts became bigger and my husband didn't love them.

After thinking about it, I quickly finished the housework and took a shower. The baby also fed her breasts. I changed into sexy black stockings and black lace bras that I haven't worn for a long time. I returned to my room and waited for my husband to watch TV.

By the way, my husband has always liked stockings, so when he took the initiative to seduce his husband, all kinds of stockings of different colors became my exclusive battle robe, and the success rate of seducing his husband is very high...

Of course, if he was not in a bad mood after getting off work that day

Before my husband finished watching TV at 9 o'clock, I had already changed into a war robe and hid in the quilt to cover my upper body with a quilt, just waiting for my husband to return to the room.

After he pushed open the door and came in, he asked me why I was going to sleep? I opened the quilt with a smile, and my husband immediately widened his eyes and breathed rapidly.

Husband, I want it today, okay?

OK, wait a moment! I'll rush for a while soon!

After saying that, he quickly rushed into the bathroom and took a shower. I knew that stockings were useful to him. Otherwise, he would always call him tired from work or not in good condition today. As expected, he would not be able to stand wearing open-crotch black stockings.

In just a few minutes, my husband took a shower, opened the bathroom door and jumped onto the bed and started to attack me.

We have been married for so many years, but we are already familiar with each other

But my husband's caressing method is very simple. I always rub my breasts and touch my stockings legs and I am about to insert them.

Today, my husband's routine has not changed much. I rubbed my hands hard and turned into 32G breasts after giving birth. Basically, there are no special techniques.

It was obvious that I was rubbing it very well by a strange breast-padding master this afternoon, but when my husband rubbed it, he felt like he was rubbing a pillow.

Although I feel a little sorry for my husband compared to strangers, the feeling of breast massage in the afternoon is really strong, so strong that it makes people feel aftertaste.

But I haven't had sex for a long time, and I don't ask for much today. If there is no change, there will be no change. If there is a fight, just fight.

It took about one or two minutes for my husband to insert it

After he put on the condom himself, he asked me to lie down and spread my legs. My husband also looked down at me from top to bottom. He grabbed my calves wearing black crotch stockings with both hands, pushed the already familiar penis against my vaginal opening, and slowly broke into it.

I have forgotten how long ago I last had sex, how many weeks or a month or two?

Two or three months?

Although my husband's foreplay is a bit perfunctory, the hot cock is still quite satisfied when he penetrates his body

The vagina, which has been dry for a long time, has secreted quite sufficient vaginal fluid, and my husband's movements have also begun to smoothly.

Very comfortable, my wife

You still need to talk about it...

My husband swung his strong buttocks back and forth, his hard penis under his crotch thrust into my wet vagina, and his hands were also transferred from the black stockings calves he had originally grabbed to the 32G chest

The brute forceful hands pinched my breasts. I can't say it's uncomfortable, but I don't have any skills.

Maybe there is no way to ask for too much. Anyway, after getting married for so many years, you will make progress long ago

It feels a bit too comfortable, I changed my position. My husband thrust for about thirty seconds and pulled it out.

I know staying power is not his strength, especially after having been done for so long, I probably feel more sensitive

I turned over and lay on the bed, and pointed my butt with my crotch-open black stockings at his cock. He took a deep breath and then stabbed it in.

I untied the black lace bra to let the two huge snow-white breasts come out to breathe, and as he hit my buttocks from behind, I made my breasts sway along the rhythm in the rhythm.

My husband pinched my breasts from behind and applied force. It felt so painful and comfortable.

My wife has super big breasts, so good

You only know how long it took you to rub Ah...Ah...

After pinching my breasts, my husband's pace slowly accelerated. With countless experiences before, as long as he started to accelerate, it was obvious that he was almost at the peak.

But I was just a little bit short before I reached Ah...

Ah... cum... My husband grabbed my stockings and hit me for the last time, then he pressed his penis forward and pressed it forward to the deepest part of me, squirting it into the condom with trembling trembling

I felt my husband's penis trembling in my vagina with a condom, which must be very comfortable.

In about ten seconds, my husband finished ejaculation. After pulling out the condom, he pulled out his weak penis and lay down next to him, panting like a cow, lying on his back in a large shape.

It feels so good, wife, have you arrived? My husband asked proudly, panting

Has Ah, my husband is great

But in fact, there is no

Over the years of marriage, I can count the number of orgasms in one hand. I have felt that it is a little bit worse countless times, but I have been used to it for a long time.

The breast orgasm I got from a stranger in the massage studio in the afternoon was more comfortable than the actual thrusting now. Should I really be a very sad sex life?

My husband threw the condom into the trash can and went back to the bathroom to take a shower again

After my husband came out, I quietly rushed back to the bed. The two of them pulled the quilt on, and ended the bed with no change that night.

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I have ever thought that it is a luxury for breastfeeding mothers to have sex?

Should I take good care of anything other than my daughter, so don’t ask for extravagance?

In fact, from the late stage of pregnancy, I don’t know if it’s because of hormone secretion or what happened, my sexual desire has always been very strong, but my husband is afraid of hurting the child, so he has never had sex with me. He probably just watched A-movie and tried to solve it himself.

I thought I would return to normal sex life after giving birth, but the fact is that there is no change after the child is born.

I picked up my daughter who was sucking breasts in my arms and walked to the front of the mirror. Looking at myself wearing a short T-Shirt in the mirror, my waist circumference has returned to the level of 24 inches before pregnancy, and my hips are quite elastic due to continuous exercise. Moreover, my chest has changed from 32E to 32G, and in addition to the original water droplet-shaped breasts, it has also become more elastic. It should be more attractive?

Does my husband like big breasts? But he used to like my breasts quite well, but is it really a middle-aged man who is old and has less ability than he needs?

While thinking about it, the cute daughter used to suck her breasts sweetly, but she seemed to be full. As she sucked, she slowly closed her eyes and gradually fell asleep.

After putting my daughter back on the crib, I reached out and rubbed my breasts on both sides of my left and right sides. It seemed that there was still a lot of milk that had not been squeezed out yet. I was afraid that if I didn't squeeze it clean, my mastitis would hurt like before, so I took out an electric milker from the cabinet and sucked it directly from my breasts into the bottle.

As I squeezed, it might be because I had too much milk, so I couldn't stop feeling at first, so I had to take a glass cup next to me and squeeze it into the glass cup.

As the milk slowly sprayed out, the breasts slowly cleared felt much more comfortable, it was really much easier

I squeezed into the glass cup until it was almost full, and the milk in my breasts should have been almost empty, so I put down the cup, walked to the bathroom to wipe my breasts clean, and cleaned my breasts by the way.

I heard the sound of the door opening in the bathroom. At this time, my son must have come back from school.

After tidying up the clothes and walking out of the bathroom, I happened to see the scene of my son holding up the glass on the dining table and pouring it into his mouth.

Ah That's... I didn't have time to stop me and said less than half a sentence, and I saw my son squeezing me out into the mouth of the glass, pouring my warm breast into my throat.

After drinking the whole cup, my son took a breath and licked his lips with satisfaction. After a few seconds, he felt something was wrong and looked at the glass that had already seen the bottom. Mom, why does this cup of milk seem to be...

I was a little embarrassed and said slowly: That's the breast milk that my mother just squeezed out...

My son raised his eyebrows and looked at me with wide eyes: It's really... it's really, I want to say the taste...

Sorry, the taste should be very bad, you accidentally drank it

No, I just want to say it's a bit strange and different from milk, but it's sweet and delicious. My son scratched his head and continued: I think it's better than milk, I just wanted to say if there is anything else haha

After saying that, my son seemed to think it was a bit strange to say this. He was stunned for a moment and didn't continue talking, so he turned back to his room.

But for me, if my daughter can’t finish drinking milk, if she puts it in the refrigerator in the end, if she can’t finish drinking it, it will be a waste of it.

Thinking about it again, it wouldn't be a waste to squeeze it out for my son to drink it. Anyway, my son also drank my milk when he was a child.

As for my husband, even if he hates drinking milk, he probably won’t like breast milk...

The next morning, after getting up early in the morning to feed my daughter, I squeezed a glass of breast milk with a milking machine and put it on the dining table.

After my son washed and came out of the room, he didn't notice the glass of milk on the dining table for a while. I tried to say to my son in a normal tone: There are so many glasses on the dining table, Xiaozhong, just drink it.

My son was stunned for a moment, but there was no change in his expression. He walked to the dining table and picked up the glass. He smelled it like a puppy, then leaned the breast milk from the cup into his mouth and began to drink the breast milk into his throat one by one.

After drinking it, it was like drinking milk. There was a trace of milk left on your mouth and licked it off with your tongue.

Good! My son smiled brightly and praised it, but I smiled and responded to my son

In the next few days, it became a regular routine to squeeze out too much milk for my son to drink.

My son finished drinking the warm milk I squeezed out and then went out to school

Actually, it’s just like drinking milk. I think you don’t have to think too much. Anyway, my son drank my milk until he didn’t drink it anymore, so is there any benefit in large amounts of milk?

You can feed two children at once

This was the same this morning. After getting up in the morning, I fed my daughter, so I picked up the breast press and prepared to squeeze another cup for my son.

However, after turning on the breast press, I found that the light on it was no longer on and the machine stopped moving.

After studying it, I found that it was probably broken after trying the switch a few times.

What should I do?

Even if the remaining milk is not given to my son, it will not work if I don’t squeeze it out. Then I may have mastitis again.

So I opened the buttons of my chest and started to squeeze the milk into the glass by myself.

I don't have many milking times, and my technique is probably not as skilled as a professional lactation master.

But now I can't force anything to overcome difficulties. I DIY and slowly squeeze the milk out of my nipples and spray it into the cup

Although it doesn't require strong hand strength, it's still a little sore in the hands very quickly

Good morning, Mom...

My son walked out of the room and happened to see me unbutton my shirt, and I opened my chest and exposed two snow-white 32G breasts. My hands were working hard to squeeze my breasts.

My son is in a freeze state, staring at my movements with wide eyes, maybe staring at my pair of breasts.

To be honest, my son suddenly came out and stared at my breasts, which really scared me a little, because I thought he might take more than ten minutes to get out

I saw two breasts for my son like this, and I was still squeezing milk, which was really a bit embarrassing

But after coming back to his senses, he had sucked breasts with his nipples in the past, and it should be fine now that he was seen, after all, he was his own son

So I tried my best to show a calm expression, and continued to press my brown areola without hesitation, squeezed the milk and sprayed it into the glass.

Not yet ready? My son asked

Just a little more

My expression continued to milk, but I have to say that my hands were sour!

My son walked directly to the dining table, sat down in the chair next to me, and watched me squeeze my breasts and spray milk from a closer distance.

Maybe my hands were so sore, I had just squeezed half a cup, so I stopped and gently shook my hands

My son also saw this action, touched my knees wearing transparent skin-colored stockings with his hand, and said: Mom's hands are sore, right?

A little bit, you will know how hard it is for your mother

Then can I help my mom?

Huh?

My son made a suggestion to help me, which made me a little stunned for a while

But before I could react, my son stretched out his right hand and stopped at thirty centimeters from my left breast. It seemed that he was about to put it on, and he didn't give me any time to think about it at all.

Is it a place to pinch your head?

My son asked first, then he put his hands on it.

The warm hand pressed on my round breasts, and in an instant, it seemed like an electric current flowing through my whole body, causing me to tremble in an instant

Think about it, it was more than ten years ago when my son touched my breasts. That little baby is almost becoming an adult now.

My son's hands were trembling a little, and he gently pinched his nipples on his own

The wonderful touch my son brought to me is really hard to describe, but since he has touched his hands, he still has to tell him the correct method.

No, it's pressing the place next to the areola, it will hurt a little if you press the nipples

I grabbed his hand with one hand and guided his slender fingers to circle my nipples and areola. In the other hand, I held a half-full glass against my left breast, allowing him to gently press the milk from his nipples and squeezed out milk from his nipples.

The milk was sprayed from his nipples into the glass along the pressure from his fingers, making his son scream: Wow!

That's it... It's great. I put my right hand on my stockings thighs, and my left hand held the cup and continued to press against my left breast.

Although my son's hand was just placed in the position I told him to gently press the areola, it gave me a very wonderful feeling.

Especially as the milk was sprayed out one after another, the numb feeling gradually became stronger, slowly running from my left breast to the entire upper body, one after another.

I took a breath and reached out to control my son's right hand movement. He shook as if he was surprised, probably thinking I was about to stop.

But I pulled his right hand on my plump right breast and put it on: Change the side and squeeze it

My son came back from his brief shock and continued to milk his milking action on my white and tender right breast.

The numb feeling changed from the left breast to the right breast just now. Every time the milk flows through the nipples and sprays the milk from the nipples into the cup, it turns into an indescribable pleasure every time the milk flows through the nipples and sprays the milk from the nipples into the cup.

In addition to relieving the accumulated breast milk, it also embarrassingly brings a wave of comfort similar to sexual pleasure.

Although it was just a simple milking, my son placed his entire right hand on my breast while pressing the areola, and gently rubbed the entire breast with the movements of his thumb and index finger.

I didn't expect that just such simple actions would bring me sexual pleasure

I closed my eyes and bit my lips to endure the soft pleasure. I wanted to moan but was afraid that my son would be embarrassed to hear it.

After a few seconds of closing my eyes, I felt my son put his left hand on my right leg

Although I didn't go out early in the morning, I was afraid of the cold legs and occasionally put on stockings indoors.

I opened my eyes and saw him gently caressing my thighs wrapped in transparent skin-colored stockings, and his right hand continued to press my snow-white big breasts and spray milk.

My son stared at my breasts, and his right hand was on my breasts and his left hand was on my stockings and thighs slightly strengthened his hand a lot.

I endured the continuous pleasure spreading from my right breast throughout my body, and my right hand, holding the cup to pick up the milk, started to shake.

Looking down inadvertently, I was surprised to find that my son's uniform pants were holding up a tent in a private area.

Seeing that my son had a male erection because he kneaded my breasts, he couldn't help but turn red.

When I saw my son getting erect, I found that the cup was about to be full, so I patted my son's hand in a hurry.

OK, it's going to be full!

My son, who was originally staring at my chest, was frightened by me, and his whole body shook hard, but his right hand grabbed my breasts hard, and his left hand also grabbed my thighs wearing skin-transparent stockings.

Ah …… Ah …… Ah ……!

As if uncontrollable, the son's lower body trembled unnaturally, and it twitched at a frequency of about a second, almost all his butt bounced.

AhAhAh's soft cry was still unconsciously made in his mouth. He pinched my breasts' hands, which did not naturally bring me a slight pain but very stimulating numbness and pleasure.

It is obvious that my son cums...