SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!-Chapter 291: Give Me A Naughty Massage

Fauna’s mind was a storm of contradiction.

Every rational part of her screamed that this was wrong...impossibly wrong.

This was Mika.

Her baby boy.

The tiny infant she had cradled to her chest, humming lullabies until he fell asleep.

The toddler who had wobbled toward her with his first steps, arms outstretched, giggling as she scooped him up and spun him around.

The child who had fallen asleep on her lap during story time, small hand curled around her finger.

The teenager who had hugged her tightly after his first heartbreak, burying his face in her shoulder while she stroked his hair and promised the pain would pass.

All those memories flooded her now, vivid and tender, overlaying the present like a cruel joke.

And yet...

His hands on her bare skin were setting her on fire.

Every glide of his fingers across her back, every firm press into her muscles, sent molten heat pooling low in her belly.

Her nipples ached against the table, stiff and sensitive.

Between her thighs, the wetness had grown undeniable, soaking her panties, making her shift uncomfortably as slickness coated her folds.

This was taboo.

Naughty.

Sinful.

She was his mother.

He was her son.

Mothers didn’t feel this way when their sons touched them.

Mothers didn’t get wet from a massage.

Mothers didn’t whimper when their child’s hands brushed the sides of their breasts.

But she was.

And she didn’t understand why.

Why now?

Why him?

Why did the same hands that had once reached for her as a baby now make her body sing in ways it never had before?

Tears pricked at her eyes, confusion and guilt twisting in her chest like a knife.

’I raised him.’

’I changed his diapers.’

’I kissed his scraped knees.’

’I taught him to tie his shoes.’

’And now...now I’m lying here half-naked, trembling because his touch feels good—too good—in places it absolutely shouldn’t.’

’It’s wrong.’

’It’s so wrong.’

’But it feels...’

’...it feels...’

But just then, Mika’s voice cut through her spiraling thoughts.

"Time for some oil, Fauna. It’ll help my hands slide better. Make it feel even nicer."

Before she could respond, she heard the soft click of a bottle opening. Then the cool drizzle of oil across her back, her ass, the backs of her thighs.

His hands returned—warm, slick, gliding.

He started at her shoulders, palms spreading the oil in slow, sensual strokes. Then down her spine, thumbs pressing along either side, making her arch involuntarily.

Then even lower.

Over the curve of her ass, fingers kneading the plump flesh, spreading the oil until her skin gleamed.

He pulled her panties up again, wedging them between her cheeks, exposing more bare skin to his touch.

His hands worked the oil into every inch, squeezing, spreading, caressing in long, deliberate strokes that made her thighs quiver.

"Hmm!♡~"

Fauna bit her lip hard, a soft, broken moan escaping despite her efforts.

The oil made everything more intense. His hands slipped and slid, teasing sensitive spots, brushing the crease where thigh met ass, grazing the damp lace covering her pussy.

She was panting now, face buried in the cushion, body trembling.

’Wrong.’

’So wrong.’

’B-But so good.’

Mika’s hands then moved to her sides, fingers brushing the undersides of her breasts again, spreading oil there too.

Then back to her ass, kneading deeply, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh, pulling her cheeks apart just enough to make her gasp.

"Feels good, doesn’t it?" He murmured, voice low and knowing.

Fauna couldn’t answer.

She was scared.

The moment she opened her mouth, she felt like she would scream out how good it felt, how it made her body feel so alive, and how she hadn’t felt something like this in so long, even though she still couldn’t pinpoint exactly what this was.

She desperately wanted to deny this truth.

But every piece of evidence—from every movie scene she’d seen, every book she’d read, every woman who’d talked about pleasure—showed that she was reacting exactly as Mika described.

She knew he wasn’t lying, and that the truth was right there, but it was so hard to accept.

She needed some way to deny it, to push the thought away, and to think of herself as a normal mother again.

But no matter how much she thought, or how much Mika kneaded her breasts gently and played around with them, she couldn’t find a solution.

Until finally, she got an idea. She decided to put her body to the final, ultimate test—the test Mika had described.

If she could experience what he described, what those ’erotic’ massages did, and feel nothing...then she could deny it.

Then she could go back to being just a mother.

Slowly, hesitantly, and weakly, she looked back towards Mika.

"Mika..." She said, voice soft and curious. "I’ve been thinking about what you said earlier. About those...special massages. For women."

Mika’s hands paused on her lower back, while Fauna pressed on, heart pounding.

"You’ve grown up so much, haven’t you? My baby boy, talking about women and...adult things." She laughed lightly, though it came out shaky. "I’m curious, you know? As your mother, I want to know all sides of you."

"So...is there a difference? In how you massage those women compared to this?"

She looked back at him, eyes wide and pleading.

"And instead of just explaining, could you...show me? Just for fun? So I can see how much you’ve grown up?"

Hearing this, Mika stopped, a distinct look of hesitation on his face.

"That’s honestly a little bit weird and embarrassing, Fauna."

He admitted, which made her blush even harder.

"That isn’t something that a son would do to his own mother, or his own family members. It’s only for a woman and...it would be quite strange if I did that to you."

Fauna’s heart sank, but she pushed harder, sitting up slightly, clutching the table to cover her breasts.

"It’s alright!" She insisted, voice bright. "We’ve always been close! You’ve touched me everywhere since you were little—I’m used to it! There’s nothing wrong with it."

"The thing is, I-I just want to experience what my colleagues went through, that’s all. For curiosity! And I definitely won’t...you know...feel anything strange."

"I’m your mother after all. It’d be silly."

She giggled, the sound forced before saying.

"So, please? I really want to experience it. Will you masage me like you massage the girls you’ve been with?"

She gave him her best innocent, pleading look—the one that always worked when he was younger.

Mika hesitated, eyes searching hers.

Then he sighed, a small, reluctant smile tugging at his lips.

"Fine, fine." He conceded with a sigh. "You really can get anything you want as long as you look at me like that."

"If you really want to know, then I’ll do it. But promise me you won’t tell anyone else about what we are doing right now, or what sort of move I’m going to give you."

"It would be quite strange and awkward, and I don’t want to be known as the guy who gave his mother a slightly erotic and naughty massage."

"Of course, of course!" Fauna confirmed instantly, moving her hand along her lips as if sealing a promise. "My mouth is sealed!"

She settled back down, telling him to go along and do what was needed.

Mika then added a final point.

"My hands also won’t be doing all the work, Fauna. I’ll also be saying some things as well, some things that you may find very dirty, crass, and rude. That’s also part of the process."

-Are you okay with that?"

Fauna gave him a thumbs-up without even turning her head.

"It’s alright, it’s completely alright. Do whatever is necessary."

But on the inside, she was steeling herself.

Whatever she was about to feel, she had to fight back against it.

There was no way she could accept herself for having such feelings for her own son.

She was utterly determined to push back whatever sensations came and prove herself to be nothing more than his mother.