Earlier, when I was swaying my hips, the small panties that had originally covered my vulva were now caught between my labia, making it practically completely exposed.
And the undershirt that had barely covered my nipples had been pulled down a little, completely exposing them.
The boy before me was handsome but somewhat thin, with an unconcealable sorrow in his eyes.
His eyes lacked the liveliness expected of someone his age; he looked at me with timidity and fear.
However, the moment I saw him, I sensed desire in his eyes, though it quickly vanished—but that was the kind of desire one would expect from someone his age seeing such a sexy beauty like me.
Upon seeing this boy, my initial intention to play games vanished, replaced by interest.
"Little brother, I'm thirsty. Please give me some water, okay? Please!" I pleaded in a coquettish tone, pulling his hand to my chest and looking at him with a pleading expression.
Feeling the wonderful touch of my chest, the boy's breathing quickened, and his face flushed red.
"Okay…okay, I…I'll go get it!" the boy stammered, then reluctantly withdrew his hand and went into the house.
Unaware of his presence, I followed the boy to the water vat.
After scooping out water, the boy turned around and bumped into me, smiling behind him.
In that instant, because I was so close, his body crashed into me.
I fell backward from the impact.
With a "plop," the boy landed on top of me. The water he had scooped up spilled all over the floor, and his hands instinctively gripped my full breasts.
"You little rascal, does it feel good to squeeze my breasts?" I asked with a lewd grin.
Hearing my question, the boy immediately blushed, then tried to pull his hands away at the same time. But without his hands for support, his face buried itself in my full breasts.
"I...I didn't mean to! Sister, don't...don't be angry!" the boy said nervously, his hands supporting him on either side of me.
The boy tried to roll away from me, but I wouldn't give him the chance. I held him tightly around the waist, preventing him from leaving.
His nervous expression made me feel his innocence and cuteness.
I really wanted to be close to this boy, to solve his problem, and to ease his furrowed brow.
Looking at his delicate face, holding his thin body, I pressed his head down to my ample breasts and said gently, "Good boy, I won't be angry with you! My little brother is so lovable, I love him more than anything!"
At that moment, all my seductive aura vanished, replaced by a pure and innocent aura, instantly calming the somewhat tense and struggling boy.
Lying in my arms, the sorrow in his eyes faded slightly, and he enjoyed the warmth of my embrace.
Seeing the boy's face free of worry, I felt a surge of joy. Looking at his delicate face, I cupped his face and gently kissed his lips.
The boy didn't resist my kiss; he opened his mouth to receive my tongue, letting me explore and tease it inside, then awkwardly extending his own tongue to meet mine.
"Mmm...uh..." Soft moans escaped our lips as our bodies heated up.
The unfamiliar sensation left the boy bewildered, only able to writhe in my arms.
I clearly felt his desire, and as a mature woman, I responded passionately, guiding him.
One hand held his, tracing its way across my perfect body, allowing him to feel its beauty.
With my other hand, I unbuckled his belt and slipped it inside his pants, skillfully teasing him.
As my hand entered his pants, a pang of heartache shot through me.
This boy's body was so thin, so frail that I wondered how long it had been since he'd had a proper meal.
When my hand reached his crotch, a wave of sadness washed over me.
This boy's penis wasn't small, but his weak body rendered it utterly useless.
"My dear boy, tell me, how long has it been since you've had a proper meal?" I asked, my eyes brimming with tears, my voice choked with emotion.
"A full meal?" After hearing my question, the boy thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I don't remember! I'm hungry every day!"
Hearing the boy's words, I couldn't hold back my tears any longer. I hugged him tightly and said, "Good boy, I'll take you to eat something in a little while."
The boy smiled happily at first, then said shyly, "Sister, can we eat later? I feel so uncomfortable!"
The boy looked at me with hungry eyes as he spoke.
As the boy spoke, I felt a hard, erect penis pressing against my lower abdomen.
With my experience, I immediately knew what it was.
I smiled gently at the boy and said, "Good little brother, I'll make you feel good right away."
After saying that, I slowly unbuttoned his clothes and pulled down his pants, revealing the boy's thin body to me.
Looking at the boy's body, my eyes stung with tears. He was so thin, so thin it broke my heart.
After tearing off my underwear, I grasped the boy's erect penis and pressed it against my vulva. Then, with a thrust, I swallowed half of his glans into my vagina.
"Good boy, put your whole penis in! Push hard, don't leave a single bit behind," I said to the boy, my eyes full of encouragement.
Hearing my words, the boy nodded, then thrust his hips forcefully, his erect penis fully inserted into my vagina.
"Ah! Sister! So good, my penis feels so good!"
The boy, lying on top of me, said excitedly, instinctively thrusting his penis in and out of my vagina.
His thin body moved rhythmically against mine.
The boy's thrusts were weak; his thin body couldn't allow him to fully roam inside me.
But I didn't care. I had no desire to satisfy my own lust; I only wanted this poor boy to enjoy my body to the fullest, to use my body to make him feel satisfied. The boy, still somewhat clumsy, thrust in and out of me, pinching my full breasts as he asked shyly, "Sister, can I eat them?"
He stared at my breasts as he spoke.
"Sure, good boy, whatever you want, I'll give you. Eat as much of my breasts as you like!" I said, holding the boy's head and pressing his mouth to my breasts.
A familiar yet unfamiliar sucking sensation came from my nipples—the feeling of the boy suckling.
But the boy's suckling was different from the lustful suckling of men I'd seen before. A feeling of a mother breastfeeding her child welled up inside me.
As I suckled forcefully, a pang of sadness struck me, for my breasts held no milk for the boy's needs.
At that moment, I longed to have an inexhaustible supply of milk for him, like my wife and mother.
While suckling my breasts, the boy's hips continued to thrust.
With his relentless thrusting, my body gradually grew hotter, my desire rising ever higher.