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"My milk" whispers the son, eyes locked on his mother's engorged breasts as she massages them. He watches, mesmerized, as she squeezes out the creamy liquid, catching it in her mouth and offering it to him. He leans in, tongue out, lapping up the forbidden nectar. She gasps, her nipples hardening at his touch. He takes more, greedily, his hands roaming her body. She guides him, teaching him to savor her, to worship her. Their bodies entwine, their desires intertwined, as they indulge in this taboo delight.