Chapter 1

Before it happened, I could not have expected things to be what they are now

But since things have happened, no one can change them, and we can only accept everything that happens happily

Although I don't regret it when facing such a reality, it's just that most people in this society cannot accept it

My name is Song Yingxue, thirty-seven years old

Just an ordinary office worker. I have a husband I met in college and a 14-year-old son from Guo Er. I live an ordinary life and my family is also very happy.

Things will change probably start with an unexpected pregnancy more than a year ago

Originally, after the college graduate finished his son, his husband and he had no plans to have a second child, and he kept the habit of contraceptive birth control.

But somehow, maybe God wants to give us this daughter, and the condom may be missing (haha!)

After pregnancy, she was born as an unexpected treasure and raised her well

The husband said he wanted to follow his son's name to choose the same series. His son was Yuzhong and his daughter was Yuru, which was quite nice.

My son is very happy that he has an extra sister at home. After all, he has been an only son for more than ten years. Sometimes it is a lie to say that he is not lonely. Although he helps take care of his sister, he also has an extra responsibility for this child who becomes his brother at the age of fourteen. However, no matter what, a new life in the family is always full of joy.

Of course I am not unfamiliar with being a mother. But after more than ten years, there are always many things to be familiar with again. The bigger your breasts are the first thing you need to adapt to.

Because my breasts need to start secreting milk, the size has become much larger. It was already a big 32E. After I got pregnant, I grew up to 32G. I asked me to take out the pregnant woman who had already been covered with her son from the bottom of the drawer with a bra.

Fortunately, the habit of continuous exercise after childbirth is pretty good, and the waist circumference quickly returned to 24 inches. Many friends who have not seen each other for more than a year were surprised why I suddenly gave birth to a child, and my figure was the same as before childbirth (of course, if the breasts get bigger and two cups don’t count)

The breastfeeding should be very sweet and warm, but that is only because the mother is sleeping enough and the baby is not having teeth yet

Now that my daughter is ten months old, she has four teeth in total. When she is breastfeeding, she has to endure the pain caused by the baby's teeth to my nipples.

If you can tolerate this, the most unbearable thing is breast inflammation

The baby's appetite is not large, and I haven't sucked a lot of milk, but my milk seems to be a lot. I often feel so tired after feeding and fall to sleep. After I get up, my milk is full again

Sometimes the result of not being squeezed and stuffed is breast inflammation, which is really red, swelling, heat, and pain.

Although I bought a new milking machine (I used to have this thing, I squeezed it with my hands), I really can't use it when it gets inflamed. It only hurts when using a machine to squeeze hard milk. The two big breasts are swollen and swelling.

Fortunately, my colleague introduced me to a lactation teacher she knew before and gave me a call and asked me to try it out.

After coaxing the baby to bed, I called the tamper's studio and found that the address was only three minutes away from my house. I could take the baby with me. There was also a crib there to allow the baby to rest. It was so convenient.

My husband works and my son goes to class. I can’t keep my daughter at home. It’s great to take her over there with a place for the baby to continue sleeping.

It was a little cold outside in October. Although it wasn't cold, I wanted to say that I would wear a stocking before going out to avoid my legs being cold.

Maybe it's a habit of going to work, I always feel a little insecure when I don't have stockings on my legs

After changing my clothes and walking out, I hugged my daughter to the door of the studio within a few minutes. The first floor looked like a very ordinary essential oil massage studio. It seemed that I was also working as an umbilical lactation teacher in addition to doing ordinary massages?

Looks pretty good

Hello, I made an appointment to have a breast massage

OK, please, Miss Song

The interior is filled with the fragrance of wood essential oils, which makes people feel calm and comfortable

The female masseuse who led me into the dimly lit room, asked me to put Yuru in the small cradle next to me, took off all her tops and underwear, and lay facing up on the massage table to prepare for her to massage.

Miss, your breasts are pretty beautiful. Has anyone ever said this? The masseur chatted with me while talking, while wearing a towel on my abdomen to prevent me from getting cold.

No, it's all deformed

I feel a little embarrassed to be praised like this

Although I know that my breasts are originally in good shape because they are water droplets. After giving birth, they don’t sag. Instead, they are more swollen and more elastic. Although the color of the nipple has changed from pink to dark red, and has become larger with the areola, there is no way to feed the baby to facilitate breastfeeding.

I'm serious, if my breasts were as big and beautiful as you, I'd be fine

After lying down, although both breasts spread to the side, I knew that my breasts were elastic enough, and even if I lay down, they still looked pretty. I was a little fluttering when I heard the massage lady say this. I was still quite proud of having a beautiful breast, right?

Unfortunately, my husband rarely had sex with me after I gave birth. He was not lucky. Hum

The massage lady put a warm towel soaked in hot water on my chest. The originally swollen and painful chest felt much more comfortable.

The masseur took off the towel on my chest, pressed it a few times to confirm the swollen part of my breasts, and started to massage around my areola with skillful techniques.

It was still very painful at first, but with the skillful movement of the masseur's hands, the swelling and painful feeling slowly disappeared under the massage. It really makes people admire the masseur's technique. Why does it only hurt when trying to push the lump open at home?

As expected, the profession of lactation master is really a bit tricky

Slowly enjoying the masseur's craftsmanship like a circle, I feel that my breasts are slowly becoming softer

I feel lucky that I have listened to my colleague's advice to come to see a breastfeeder, otherwise I would have had a headache when biting my baby's nipple at home. If my breasts are inflamed, I will be completely dead.

While the breasts were pressed so hard that the whole body was relaxed, suddenly, the phone the masseur placed next to him vibrated.

Originally, she had no intention of picking up the phone, but the phone was shaken twice for dozens of seconds. She turned it on and picked it up. She talked about the phone in a little panic. It seemed that her son was injured at school or something, and her expression was very nervous.

Sorry, Miss Song, my son had an accident. Can I leave? She held the phone and covered the receiver first, looking for my opinion with a sorry expression

It doesn't matter, if you have something to do, go quickly, I don't worry

But the treatment here is not over yet... She tilted her head and thought for a while, and it may take some time for me to come back. Can I ask my colleagues to help take over the massage for you?

OK, it doesn't matter, you go quickly, it doesn't matter, I urged her a little nervously after all, I also have a son in Nianguo Middle School, and I can understand her anxious feeling very well

So the masseur covered my chest with a towel, took my cell phone and walked out of the room. Then he vaguely heard her explaining something to her colleague.

I lay on the massage table and looked at it. The baby was still sleeping soundly.

Knocking twice, then massage the door of the room opened a little

Hello Miss Song, my colleague has told me to help you continue the treatment

Huh? Is it a boy? I was lying on the bed for a while.

Yes...but the lady just now didn't say that the boy was coming...

I'm sorry, the only colleagues on duty in the store are Ms. Zhang and me just now. I also have a lactation certificate. Of course, if Ms. Song is inconvenient, we can return the money to you.

My brain was a little knotted for a moment. Although it was a bit strange for a boy, he said that the certificate should be true, right? It should be the same as breast surgery or something, it should be possible... right?

It doesn't matter, then please continue, thank you

OK

In the dimly lit room, the male masseur pushed open the door and walked in. He saw that he looked like a young boy who was about thirty years old and was wearing the uniform of this studio.

Well, Miss Song, if you feel uncomfortable later, you can stop at any time, and we will refund the money to you

OK Maybe I'm afraid that the female customers will feel embarrassed. He emphasized the part that can stop and refund the money again.

After confirming again, the masseur lifted the towel covered my breasts.

I wonder if I had an illusion, but I felt the masseur swallowing a bit?

Do you feel embarrassed?

But it may be me that is more embarrassing

After all, the boys who have seen my breasts since they were born to now are not counting except for my dad, but only my husband and son.

All I have touched was my husband and my son who was still sucking breasts as a baby

He gently placed a pair of warm hands on my chest. The tension seemed to be trembling all over my body.

The masseur was very gentle but skillful, and massaged my breasts with a similar but slightly different technique to the female masseur just now.

I don’t know if I’m thinking too much, but I think the male masseuse’s technique is a little bit...

Frankly caressing?

While rubbing the entire breast, I also gently stroked the edge of the areola with my fingers, and occasionally touched the two nipples.

I was thinking about it and convinced myself that the second half of the treatment should be like this. Anyway, I have to touch my nipples in the end if I have to titrate!

The masseur massaged my breasts with his fingers around his nipples. After a long time, he gently patted and pressed his breasts from both sides.

During this action, I felt that the two breasts that were originally hard to soften toward the stone due to their swelling breasts, which were softened a lot as hard as the stone.

Then the masseur placed his thumb and index finger next to the areola, constantly changing positions and starting the milking movement.

Originally, my breasts were already feeling much more comfortable. When I started milking, it seemed as if the entire acupoint was opened and it became smoother.

A comfortable feeling spreads from the bottom of the chest to the nipple, and the heat flow is released from the nipple.

This is the legendary breast formation. It feels so comfortable when you come out. It simply describes it as the orgasm of the breast.

This wonderful feeling made me close my eyes comfortably

The milk flowed out from just a few drops as the massage therapist cleverly squeezed it.

After the masseur strengthened his strength, the milk turned into a stream of sprayed upwards.

If it weren't for a towel below the waist, the skirt on the lower body would have been splashed.

I have to say that this technique is really amazing. I have never felt that milking water can be so comfortable when my breasts are squeezed out. Even spraying milk like a fountain. I can only say...

It's good

I felt so happy that I slowly raised my head and my whole body trembled. I felt that this was just caressing. If my husband was in bed, he could do this...

Unconsciously, the two legs in stockings rubbed, it was really, so comfortable

I squeezed out the milk with a little harder. The masseur told me in a low voice, but at this time my two big breasts were squirting the milk comfortably, so I was so happy that I could not speak at all.

good……

Then I'll use a little harder

After saying that, when the masseur was so comfortable that I couldn't stand it, he squeezed my breasts slightly, and both breasts were splashing milk upwards like fountains, and some of them fell on my own face.

But I felt the pleasure coming from deep in my chest, and the pleasure seemed to be connected to my uterus. When I was very close to orgasm, I couldn't help but moan comfortably.

Ah…well…well…

It's really here!

I reached my first breast orgasm in my life while my chest was squeezed by a male masseur. My mind was blank, as if my breasts were connected to my uterus. I held my breasts, pressed my breasts with my breasts, and pushed them upwards and hard, and thrust them all over my body.

I vaguely felt one hand of the masseur continued to squeeze my left breast, and the other hand seemed to be placed...

On my thighs, through the transparent thin stockings I was wearing today, gently caressing my thighs up and down

But at this time, I was trembling with my hands holding the bed sheet and trembling. I had no time to react. I closed my eyes and ushered in an uncontrolled and cheerful electric current.

Not long after, the masseur took back his hands, and I put my upper body, which was tightly erect, back on the massage table.

I looked around with a slight panting and found that the masseur's pants were swollen...

He seemed to notice his embarrassment, took a towel from the side and quickly wiped his milky hands, and took a towel and placed it on my chest.

I quickly sat up and wiped my upper body with my milk-filled milk. At the same time, the masseur opened the door and walked out.

Finally, I came back to my senses and realized that there were traces of milk soaking on my skin-colored stockings on my thighs. It was because the masseur touched my thighs after dipped my milk in his hand...

Guests can check out at the counter later

Suddenly, a voice woke me up from outside the door. Is it because the masseuse who had just left has returned?

I quickly put on my bra and changed back to my original clothes, picked up the child and walked out of the massage room.

The male masseuse just now disappeared, and only the female masseuse was left waiting at the counter for checkout

Is my colleague okay? The masseuse was still panting and seemed to be very anxious to come back. I said that I didn’t know how long it took for me to massage inside?

Yes, yes, I must be blushing at this time. I was so embarrassed that I just wanted to disappear quickly. After paying the bill, I quickly left the studio with my baby in my arms.

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It was almost dark when I left the studio and returned home

Open the door of the house and found that my son had returned home from school. He threw his schoolbag and socks on the floor and fell on the sofa to watch TV.

This child is similar to his father. When he goes home, he just lie down and watches TV first and doesn't care about other things. It's really

Although I should be relaxing in the massage studio, my unexpected chest orgasm makes me feel so tired

First put the baby who was sleeping soundly back to the crib, then took off the milk-stained stockings in the bathroom laundry basket, and returned to the room to prepare for a short sniff.

When I walked out of the bathroom, I saw my son still lying over there watching TV. I couldn't help but want to miss him.

Xiao Zhong, don’t throw your schoolbag on the ground, and you have to take your socks to the bathroom laundry basket. Ah Mom will have to sleep later and get up later to make dinner later.

OK, he got up lazily from the sofa, picked up his stinky socks and walked into the bathroom

When I returned to the room, I was so tired that I lay down

However, after lying on the bed, I felt like I closed my eyes for a few minutes. I heard the phone lying beside me vibrate. After answering the phone, it turned out to be the studio just now, saying that I forgot my baby’s things in their store, and their studio will be closed in a few minutes, so if I want to get it back today, I might have to go there as soon as possible.

Thinking about the journey is only a few minutes, I'll just rush over and get it

While walking out of the room, my son walked out of the bathroom and jumped back to the sofa at a quick speed. I want to say what's wrong?

Before going out, I put on a small coat and remembered that it was a bit cold outside, so I would not feel cold when I put the stockings back on my legs. So I walked back to the bathroom and picked up the stockings I took off when I went home from the laundry basket. I put the tip of the stockings into my feet and put them back on my body as fast as possible. I pushed open the door and walked out.

After walking out the door several steps, I suddenly felt something was wrong when I heard the feeling from the outside of my underwear. Why...

Warm?

I turned my back to the outside road, and reached into the skirt with my hands and found that there was a stream of warm mucus in the crotch of the stockings, and it was soaked and touched my underwear.

I dipped a little with my hands and put it in front of my nose and smelled it. It was white and had a fishy smell unique to men.

Isn't this...

Semen?

But now there is only son at home, right?

But on the phone just now, the tamper said that the massage studio would be closed in a few minutes. If you don’t go over and get your baby’s belongings, you will have to wait for tomorrow. You can’t think too much and have to continue walking out quickly.

I endured the stickiness from the crotch of the stockings when my thighs swung back and forth, and I quickly arrived at the studio, took my baby's belongings to the counter, and then walked back home with great strides like nothing happened.

Pushing open the door, my son is no longer in the living room, and it seems that he is back in the room and closing the door.

I quickly walked into the bathroom, turned on the light, lifted my skirt and looked under my crotch, and found that the white mucus in the crotch of the stockings had started to rub a little slight foam when I was walking. I reached out and touched the mucus stained on the stockings again, and reached in front of my nose and smelled it again. I was sure it was really a male semen.

I took off the contaminated transparent stockings and found that the crotch was covered with the smelly white liquid, and a small part of it even penetrated onto my black lace panties, which was quite obvious. I quickly took off my panties, thinking in my mind: No matter whether my son really did anything, what if the semen seeps through the panties and the vagina is then semen, what should I do if I accidentally get pregnant?

Take off the stockings and panties stained with semen and throw them in the laundry basket, tidy up the skirt, and walk out of the bathroom

At the same time, my husband pushed open the door and shouted that he was so hungry. I didn't have time to think about the situation that was a little confused just now. I went back to the room to confirm that the baby was sleeping soundly, so I walked into the kitchen to prepare dinner, leaving what had just happened to me first

After preparing dinner with a blank mind, he called his son and husband to the restaurant to start eating, and pulled the baby's crib next to the restaurant while taking care of her. Only then did he have time to think about what happened just now

Of course, my husband was having dinner without knowing anything. My son's head was low and he didn't have any sight to me. He just put the dishes in his mouth.

I was thinking quickly but a little confusedly about what happened just now, was it my son ejaculated in my stockings?

Was it accidental?

But would this be accidentally?

Why?

Does your son ejaculate?

Isn’t he a national second country?

Why do you need to ejaculate in my stockings?

Why do stockings touch the vagina?...

Wife, did you go to breastfeeding massage today? Are you still kidding? My husband suddenly interrupted my disordered thoughts and pulled me back from the vortex of thought.

Oh, it's quite useful for Ah, it doesn't hurt now

So is it good that girls are massaged there?

For Ah, they are all female masseuses. I think it is better not to let my husband know that there is a male masseuse there, especially I also serve the male masseuse, and even pressed until my breasts had an orgasm...

That's fine, otherwise it would be embarrassing if it was a male masseur, such as reactions, haha...

What are you talking about? My son is here

OK OK OK Haha...

I looked at my son from the corner of my eyes, but there was no reaction, just continued to eat with my head down.

Although my son was too little, at least he would occasionally interject a few words in our conversation. Today, he was really silent

Do you care about using my stockings?

What exactly does my son want to do? Is this adolescent or what?

I'm stuffed