Chapter 9

The alarm clock woke me up from my slumber. It was another Wednesday that made me, an office worker, depressed. I lazily stayed in bed and didn’t want to get up. I closed my eyes and rested for a while. After adjusting my spirit for a while, I tried my best to force myself to sit up from the bed.

Yesterday I took medicine again. The medicine Zheng Lei gave me was like a drug that made me unable to stop. After only three times, my body and mind have undergone abnormal changes. If I still wanted to vent my desires with the drug when I took it for the first time last Saturday, I didn’t completely lose myself. The second time on Sunday was also to adjust the sex with my son. Then yesterday evening, after I took it for the third time, my performance was almost like a bitch in heat, which was completely crazy under the effect of the drug.

At the same time, since last night, I feel that my body has also changed. The most important manifestation is that my breasts have been swollen. My nipples are often erect even without being aroused. At the same time, the secretion of vaginal fluid has increased a lot more than usual, accompanied by sticky leucorrhea. These cheap fluids that flowed out when I flirted with my son yesterday made us more passionate.

I can’t remember how many times I made love with my son yesterday. I even suspect that I lost consciousness in the mechanical sex in the second half of the night because of the medicine I took. Not only can I not remember how many times I made love, but I also have no impression of what I ate last night, whether I took a shower, and how I returned to the bedroom. Now I can only recall the obscene scene of my son’s purple-red glans going in and out of my vagina. Excessive sex made me feel very tired even after a night of rest.

I looked at the trash can on the floor at the corner of the bed in a daze. It was filled with a thick pile of paper balls that had been used to wipe the filth. I couldn’t help but frown and wanted to throw away the disgusting dirt, but I found that I had slept naked all night again. I looked around and saw that the light yellow suspender dress I wore at home was curled up in a mess at the corner of the bed, and my bra, underwear and slippers were scattered on the floor. My son is so unreasonable! He didn’t help me pick it up. I’ll see how I deal with him later.

While complaining, I put on my slippers and picked up my underwear from the floor. It was too dirty. I wrapped it in my suspender dress and threw it aside to wash it when I came back in the evening. Then I picked up the comb and gently combed my messy long hair in front of the mirror on the bedside table. I haven’t been able to take care of my hair recently. It has grown to my waist. It’s both troublesome and hot. I plan to go to the hair salon to cut it shorter when I come back in the evening.

Look at the time, 6 o’clock in the morning, no wonder I’m so tired, I didn’t sleep for a few hours. I opened the closet and found a set of clean underwear, walked out of the bedroom naked, wanted to take a shower and change clothes first. When I walked into the living room, I saw that my son’s door was open, and I couldn’t help but look inside subconsciously.

I saw my son lying on the bed naked, sleeping soundly, smacking his lips and talking vaguely in his sleep: “Mom ... let me touch you again ... Mom ... I won’t leave, I want to sleep with you.” Then he turned over and snorted heavily with his face facing inward.

“Son! The dream you have is so obscene!”

After hearing my son’s dream talk, my face turned red, turned around and walked into the bathroom, and started to rinse my mouth and take a shower. Although I can have crazy sex with my son without shame recently, I always drive him back to his room to sleep after every time I finish. He has complained about this more than once, but I am really not used to sleeping with a man other than my husband, so

I have never agreed. On the other hand, I am used to sleeping alone, and I don’t like the feeling of being crowded with people. I didn’t expect this little guy to be so attentive in this regard.

After taking a shower, I regained my spirits. I changed into clean underwear and felt much more comfortable. After drying my hair, I began to put on makeup in front of the mirror. I applied anti-wrinkle and whitening cream, lightly drew eyebrows, combed my hair and finished.

I have always been conceited about my appearance and I don’t care about too much cosmetics to beautify myself, but I pay more attention to skin care. I often use facial masks and creams and choose the best brands. I know that for middle-aged women of my age, too much heavy makeup can only have a counterproductive effect. It is better to show a natural image to show the natural beauty of women. Therefore, except for eyebrow pencil, I have not even used lipstick.

Back to the bedroom, I started looking for clothes. The court has strict management of clothing, and everyone has to wear uniforms to work.

Therefore, I have three sets of the same uniforms to change and wear. The dark days these days have made me lazy. Two sets of clothes and two sets of underwear have been piled up and not washed. I have to wash clothes after get off work today anyway.

As I was thinking, I found the third uniform from the bottom of the closet that I hadn’t worn for a long time. Because I hadn’t worn it for so long, the clothes smelled of jasmine as soon as I took them out. This is a method I learned from a friend to prevent clothes from smelling old after not being worn for a long time. It’s very simple. Just put a bag of tea under the closet.

I prefer the smell of jasmine, so I put it in the bottom of the closet.

Among the uniforms, the black suit skirt is also my favorite. However, the suit skirt was originally issued to me to be above the knee. I took it out and asked someone to change it to a short skirt above the knee for walking comfort. Fortunately, the boss would not deliberately stare at the thighs of female comrades, so I was never criticized for it.

The scale pattern on the button of the moon-white short-sleeved shirt proves my identity as a civil servant. Whenever I see this logo, I can’t help but feel a little proud. But I don’t like the matching red tie because it feels tacky, so I put it in my bag when I go to and from get off work and only take it out to wear it when I go to work.

I took out a new pair of flesh-colored stockings and put them on. The weather was getting hotter and hotter, so I bought a dozen stockings, all flesh-colored and reaching the thighs. Compared to pantyhose, this kind of high stockings doesn’t feel like wearing pants, which is more convenient. At the same time, if it’s too hot and you don’t care about your image, you can take it off and it’s cooler. Many female colleagues in the court like to wear black stockings, which they think are very sexy. But I only like flesh-colored stockings, which I think are more dignified. After putting on the socks, I put on the black uniform skirt and white short-sleeved shirt one by one, buttoned the last button of the shirt, tidied my hair, straightened my chest in front of the dressing mirror, and made sure that the moon-white shirt was not so transparent that I could see the same white cotton bra inside, and then I smiled with satisfaction. Breakfast was coconut toast and ham sausage bought from the supermarket. I ate a few bites with hot milk. Looking at the half-cut ham sausage on the plate, I suddenly thought of my son’s genitals, and my face turned slightly red and I couldn’t eat anymore. It was getting late, so I hurriedly picked up my backpack, put on my high heels, and hurried to catch the bus. How I wish I would never get old! How nice it would be to live forever in college! That was the most carefree and happy time of my life, without worrying about getting old, work, or love.

With excellent academic performance and outstanding appearance, how many boys pursued me at that time, and how many boys’ hearts did I break? If I hadn’t chosen my husband, we wouldn’t have our son, our precious son, and without this son, I wouldn’t have to bear the sin of incest.

Do I regret it now? Maybe not, those sins and psychological burdens have long been diluted by the pleasure of the flesh. So far, I seem to enjoy it very much, but the sadness, shame, grievance, and guilt buried deep in my heart may erupt sooner or later, but I am confused by the appearance and don’t know it.

Maybe I have been working at my desk for a long time, and I feel a pain in my breasts. In the past one or two days, this feeling of pain occasionally occurs, and my nipples also inexplicably erect on their own. I didn’t take it seriously at first, but this time the swelling was unusually strong. I clearly knew that my nipples were erect again, and the stinging sensation caused by the friction between the erect nipples and the pure cotton bra without sponge lining also strongly affected me.

I couldn’t help but feel a little scared. Will I get sick? I used to read in the newspaper that middle-aged women have a high chance of getting breast cancer and breast hyperplasia. I won’t be so unlucky, right?

I didn’t go back to the office with my colleagues with a nervous mood, but went directly to the bathroom, found a toilet cubicle, locked the door, and hurriedly unbuttoned my shirt to see if there was any change in my breasts. I didn’t have time to untie the bra straps, but just pulled the bra under my chin to let my breasts be completely liberated first. Without the restraint of the bra, my pair of jade rabbit-like breasts were as firm and firm as two balloons filled with water.

Although I am not old enough to have sagging breasts, I must admit that my breasts have not been as firm as before in recent years. I was surprised to see my breasts so swollen and round at this moment. I stretched out my hand and pinched my painful nipples, which were also harder than usual. In the past, my nipples would only be so full of vitality after being teased by my husband or son’s tongue. What happened to me today?

Suddenly, I noticed that the fingers that had just pinched my nipples felt a little wet. After careful observation, I found that a drop of white water had appeared on my brown nipples that were erected high...

“No way?”

I was secretly surprised. My son has reached the age to have sex with me. How can I still produce milk? But ... this swelling feeling of the breasts is indeed similar to the swelling and pain I felt during the lactation period after giving birth to my son. I bravely lifted my right breast with both hands and squeezed it slightly. A stream of milk spurted out from my nipple, sprayed onto the wooden wall of the toilet partition, flowed down the wall, and exuded a slightly fishy milk fragrance.

“Ah! What ... what is going on?”

I held my left breast with both hands and squeezed it hard. A stronger stream of milk flew and sprayed onto the wooden wall. After squeezing out some milk, my body felt much better. But the doubts in my heart made me more uneasy. Could this be some strange disease? How can I still produce milk in middle age? But it doesn’t look like breast cancer, so I feel a little relieved.

I squeezed out all the remaining milk in my breasts skillfully. This feeling was very similar to when I squeezed out milk and put it into the bottle to feed my son after I had just given birth and was not used to sucking my nipple.

But now the milk I squeezed out was sprayed on the wall and the floor. The amount of milk is large and I found that the milk I secreted at this time is very light, but the smell of milk is very strong.

After completely squeezing out the milk that tortured me, I found a tissue to wipe my wet nipples and hands. While tidying up my clothes, I pondered the extraordinary changes in my body. Where does this milk come from? And these days, as long as I have sexual desire, my vaginal fluid can be described as flowing wildly. These changes ... seem to have occurred after taking the medicine Zheng Lei gave me last weekend. Is it a side effect? But I didn’t take too much! I only took one pill each time, and I have only taken three pills so far. Even if there are side effects, this is too exaggerated.

I pondered for a while and had no idea at all, but I felt a little urge to urinate. I lifted my skirt, took off my underwear, and squatted in the toilet to urinate. I was urinating and pondering at the same time. Just halfway through, the phone rang. It was Zheng Lei!

I answered the phone, and Zheng Lei seemed to be very happy to ask me: “What are you doing?”

I answered unhappily: “I’m going to the bathroom, I was just about to call you! What medicine did you give me?”

“What? Do you feel uncomfortable after taking it? Why do you feel uncomfortable? Tell me.” Zheng Lei’s tone became happier and seemed to be gloating.

“I can’t be sure that it’s the result of taking your medicine. Anyway, I ... I...” Although we are of the same sex and good friends without secrets, I am inexplicably producing milk in middle age. I am still embarrassed to tell her about such a bizarre thing, so I am a little hesitant.

“Do you not need to buy milk for breakfast now?” Zheng Lei’s mischievous tone proved that my abnormal reaction must be her masterpiece.

“Hate! You must know! Tell me the truth, what is going on!” I was really a little angry.

“Don’t worry! My sister, I forgot to tell you that sexbaby also has a vulgar name called empty pregnancy lactation agent. As long as a woman takes it, whether it is an old lady or an unmarried virgin, she can secrete milk. Haha, it seems that you don’t like it very much?” Zheng Lei said sarcastically as if nothing had happened.

“Do you think I can like it? I thought I was sick, but I didn’t expect it was you who hurt me!” I was a little excited and really wanted to find Zheng Lei to question her face to face.

“Haha, don’t be angry, sister, listen to me, I just want to help you give up that useless shame and self-esteem, how about it? I believe you must have been very happy these days, right? I also took this medicine, and I believe you must have experienced the feeling of ecstasy! What are these minor side effects compared to the happiness you get? Besides, don’t regard milk production as a psychological burden”

I hung up the phone fiercely, wiped my vagina after urinating with a tissue, stood up, put on my underwear, and walked out of the bathroom angrily.

Just after entering the office, my cell phone rang again. It was Zheng Lei calling. I hung up without answering. I vaguely felt that Zheng Lei seemed to be creating a conspiracy. The purpose of tricking me into taking this lactation-promoting sex drug was not as simple as she explained lightly. What was her purpose?