As Yang Chen quietly stepped into Gu Mama's bedroom, the soft click of the door closing behind him made her flinch under the covers.
She was lying on her side, facing away from him, breathing slow and even like she was deep asleep.
But that tiny twitch in her shoulders gave her away completely.
'Mom, you are really a bad actor,' he thought with an amused little smirk. He could see right through the act. The way her breathing hitched for half a second, the slight tension in her back.
She wasn't fooling anyone.
He moved silently across the room, and slipped under the sa bedsheet with her.
The mattress dipped, warmth from her body greeted him imdiately, familiar and comforting.
Without saying a word, his hands got busy.
He slid one palm under the loose neckline of her robe and cupped her heavy breast.
His fingers sank right into the soft, smooth flesh, warm, full, and yielding like dough. He started massaging slowly at first, kneading her breast into different shapes, squeezing gently then firr, loving how it overflowed his hand. The other breast got the sa treatnt, slow circles, light pinches along the underside, thumbs brushing over the already stiff nipple through the thin fabric.
Gu Mama kept her back to him, but her breathing changed. It got a little faster, a little shallower.
She bit down hard on her lower lip, trying to trap the moans that wanted to spill out. A soft flush crept up her neck and spread across her cheeks.
'Let's see how you react to this, Mom,' he thought, grin widening.
He activated numbing touch, and slipped his hand fully inside the sleeve of her robe.
His fingers found her bare nipple instantly, already hard and sensitive. He pinched it lightly at first, rolled it between thumb and forefinger, then gave a sudden firm tug, pulling it forward.
"Ahh!! Little Chen! What was that!!" Gu Mama moaned out loud, her whole body jerking.
The fake-sleep act shattered in an instant.
Yang Chen chuckled low against her ear as he kept rolling and pinching both nipples now, one in each hand. Warm milk started leaking almost imdiately, beading at the tips and dripping slowly down the soft curves of her breasts.
"Mmmph!! You just pulled my nipples so hard… it hurts so good… ah ah ah!!"
Her voice ca out trembling, shaky with pleasure. Waves of it rolled through her body, making her thighs press together under the sheet.
In her usual way, she couldn't stay still anymore.
She turned around fast, sliding the sleeves of her robe down her shoulders so her breasts spilled free. She grabbed Yang Chen by the back of his head with both hands and pulled him straight to her chest, pressing his face right into the soft valley between her milkers.
"Little Chen, why are you here at this ti instead of sleeping?" she asked, voice husky and teasing even though she was already breathing hard.
Yang Chen just smiled against her skin. Without a word, he reached for her hand, guided it down, and placed her palm right on top of the massive tent straining against his pants.
"Ara, ara," Gu Mama murmured. Her eyes narrowed playfully as she felt how thick and hard he was through the fabric.
Her fingers moved with ease.
She tugged his pants down just enough to free his cock, thick, veiny, already leaking at the tip. She wrapped her warm hand around the shaft, stroking slowly from base to head while her other hand gently fondled the swollen tip, thumb circling the sensitive slit.
"Is this what brought you here, Little Chen?" she asked softly, giving him a few slow, firm strokes. Her grip was perfect, tight enough to feel good, loose enough to tease.
Yang Chen groaned low against her breast and latched onto one nipple. He sucked hard, tongue swirling around the stiff peak as warm milk flooded his mouth.
Sweet, creamy and addictive.
He drank greedily, swallowing every drop while his hand massaged her other breast, kneading the soft flesh, rolling the nipple between his fingers, milking more out in slow streams that ran down his chin.
"Mmm… that's it, drink up," Gu Mama whispered, her voice trembling a little.
She kept stroking him steadily, long, smooth pulls from root to tip, twisting her wrist lightly at the head every ti.
Her thumb kept rubbing slow circles over the leaking slit, spreading the precum down his length so her hand glided easier.
He switched breasts, latching onto the other nipple now. He sucked deeper this ti, cheeks hollowing as more milk poured onto his tongue.
His free hand kept working the first breast, squeezing firmly, pushing more milk out in little spurts that dripped onto the sheets. He humd in pleasure against her skin, the vibration making her gasp.
"Ahh… Little Chen… you're sucking so hard… it's making leak even more," she moaned softly. Her hand sped up just a fraction on his cock, still skillful, still teasing, thumb pressing right under the head on every upstroke.
Yang Chen pulled off her nipple with a wet pop, a thin string of milk connecting his lips to the swollen tip for a second before it broke. He looked up at her with dark, hungry eyes.
"You always taste so sweet, Mom," he murmured, voice rough. "Can't get enough."
He dove back in, sucking harder, tongue flicking the nipple rapidly while his hand massaged her breast in big, slow circles.
Milk kept flowing, he drank it down eagerly, swallowing with soft, satisfied groans.
Gu Mama's breathing turned ragged. Her strokes on his cock grew a little firr, a little faster, hand gliding smoothly over every thick inch, twisting at the head, thumb pressing into that sensitive spot right underneath until he twitched hard in her grip.
"Such a greedy boy," she teased breathlessly, fingers tightening just enough to make him groan louder against her breast.
"Coming to at this ti… already so hard… you really can't wait, can you?"
Yang Chen only humd in answer, too busy drinking her milk and feeling her hand work him perfectly.
The room filled with soft, wet sounds, his sucking, her stroking, their shared heavy breathing.
He switched breasts again, latching on with even more hunger, sucking deep while his hand squeezed and milked the other one.
Milk dribbled down his chin, soaked into the sheet, but neither of them cared. They were lost in it, warm, intimate, completely wrapped up in each other.
Yang Chen kept sucking hard on her nipple, tongue swirling and flicking the stiff peak while warm milk flooded his mouth in steady streams.
The sweet taste coated his tongue, and he swallowed greedily, humming low in his throat every ti more leaked out.
His hand on her other breast squeezed in slow, firm circles, kneading the soft flesh, pushing more milk toward the nipple until it beaded and dripped down the curve.
He caught the drops with his thumb, rubbing them over the swollen tip before pinching lightly again.
Gu Mama's hand never stopped moving on his cock.
Her strokes were smooth and practiced, long pulls from base to head, twisting her wrist just right at the top so her thumb pressed firmly under the sensitive ridge.
Precum leaked steadily from the slit, making her palm slick. She used it to glide easier, tightening her grip a little more every few strokes until his shaft throbbed hard in her fingers.
"Mmm… you're so thick today, Little Chen," she whispered breathlessly, voice trembling as another wave of pleasure hit her from his sucking. "Leaking so much already… you must have missed Mommy's touch."
Yang Chen pulled off her nipple with a wet pop, a thin trail of milk stretching between his lips and the flushed tip before snapping.
He looked up at her with dark, hungry eyes, lips shiny and wet.
"Missed more than just your touch," he murmured, voice rough. He latched onto the other nipple right away, sucking deeper this ti, cheeks hollowing as he drank in big gulps.
His tongue flicked rapidly over the sensitive bud while his hand massaged the first breast, squeezing hard, milking out more warm streams that ran down his chin and soaked into the sheet.
"Ahh… that's it… drink all you want," she gasped, hips shifting slightly under the sheet. "Mommy's got plenty for you… keep sucking like that and I'll… mmm… I'll make you spill soon."
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