SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!-Chapter 292: So Full...So Heavy

Fauna was determined to fight the inexplicable feelings, convinced she could prove her identity as a pure mother.

But just then—

"Time to flip over, Fauna." He said casually. "The real massage starts from the front."

Fauna’s breath caught.

"W-Wait—" She stammered, but before she could move, Mika’s strong hands gripped her hips. With effortless strength, he turned her over onto her back.

Her naked breasts bounced free, heavy and oiled, jiggling from the motion.

The cool air hit her stiff nipples, making them tighten even more—pink, perky, glistening like little jewels under the lamplight.

Mortified, Fauna instantly covered them up with her hands.

In the past, she never did this; she allowed Mika to watch as much as he wanted.

But right now, the intense shame and embarrassment were overwhelming.

Mika, however, was not allowing it.

"How am I supposed to give you a massage when you are covering yourself like this, Fauna?"

He chided, even as a dark amusement flickered in his eyes before he gently but insistently pulled her arms away, pinning them lightly at her sides.

"There." He murmured, eyes narrowing as he took in the sight.

Her breasts lay fully exposed—full, round, and impossibly soft despite their weight, oiled skin gleaming. Her pink nipples stood proud, hard and begging for attention.

Fauna bit her lip, looking away, mortified as Mika’s hands descended.

He cupped her breasts from underneath, lifting them, weighing them in his palms.

"God, Fauna." He said, voice low and reverent. "These tits are fucking unreal. With how tiny and short you are, that slender little waist...no one would ever guess you’re hiding these massive, plump beauties under your clothes."

Fauna whimpered, hips shifting involuntarily.

"It’s almost illegal." He continued, thumbs circling her nipples slowly. "Your body stopped growing at, what, five-foot-nothing? But these?"

He squeezed gently, making her gasp.

"These never got the memo. They just kept going—growing fatter, softer, heavier...until they turned into these perfect, jiggling pillows."

He leaned down, breath hot against her skin.

"Every time you lean over a patient." He said, voice dropping lower. "Bending down in those scrubs...they’re probably staring. Drooling. Imagining burying their face right here."

He pressed her breasts together, creating deep cleavage.

"Smothering themselves in these soft, fat tits. Bet that’s all the medicine they’d need from you."

Fauna’s breath hitched, a soft, embarrassed moan slipping out despite herself.

"M-Mika! Don’t say things like that—!"

But he wasn’t done.

His fingers found her nipples again, pinching, rolling, tugging gently.

"And these little pink nipples." He growled, twisting one until she gasped. "So hard. So fucking stiff. Look at them—begging to be sucked."

He leaned down, breath hot against one peak.

"Dirty girl." He whispered. "Getting your nipples this hard for your own son’s hands. What would your colleagues say if they knew?"

"The perfect, innocent Lady Fauna...moaning while her boy plays with her fat tits like they’re his favorite toys."

Fauna’s face was scarlet, eyes squeezed shut as she shook her head.

"N-No...I’m not...I’m not dirty—!"

But her body betrayed her again, back arching, pushing her breasts harder into his hands.

Mika chuckled darkly, giving both nipples a sharp tug that made her cry out.

"Liar." He teased. "These nipples don’t lie. They’re so stiff they could cut glass. And your pussy?"

He glanced down between her thighs, where her panties were visibly soaked.

"Bet it’s dripping right now. Aching. All because your baby boy is finally treating you like the woman you are."

Fauna’s eyes flew open, panic and desperation crashing over her.

"No—no, Mika!" She cried, voice cracking as she shook her head frantically. "I’m not your woman! I’m your mother! Your only mother! You can’t—we can’t—I’m nothing else to you!"

Mika chuckled, his hand never stopping its slow, possessive knead of her breast.

"Of course you’re my mother, Fauna."

He murmured, leaning closer until his lips brushed the shell of her ear.

"And because you’re my mother..." His fingers tightened around her nipple, rolling it slowly. "...I think it’s only right that I do what any good son would do."

And then without another word—he dipped his head, mouth closing over one stiff, oiled peak.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

"Oh—Mika—!" Fauna’s back arched off the table with a sharp, broken cry.

His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, sucking hard, teeth grazing just enough to make her thighs clench.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"

He then pulled back, only to latch onto the other nipple, lavishing it with the same hungry attention.

"Mmm." He hummed against her skin, voice muffled but dripping with taboo lust. "Just like when I was a baby, right? Sucking on Mommy’s big, fat tits...getting all that warm milk..."

Fauna’s hands flew to his hair, fingers tangling desperately—not to push him away, but to hold him there as her body betrayed her completely.

"Mika—no—don’t say that—!" She whimpered, even as her hips rolled, seeking friction against nothing. "You can’t—you’re my baby boy—!"

Mika released her nipple with a wet pop, lips glistening, eyes lustful and intense as he switched to the other breast, tongue flicking the stiff peak before drawing it deep into his mouth.

"Exactly." He growled against her skin, teeth grazing just hard enough to make her cry out. "I’m your baby boy. And baby boys get to do this."

He sucked harder, hollowing his cheeks, hand squeezing the neglected breast until he slurped up all the sweat that has accumulated at the peak

"Get to suck on Mommy’s fat, milky tits whenever they want. Get to drink from these perfect nipples like they’re starving."

Fauna’s gasped as she pulled his head harder, a broken sob tearing from her throat.

"No—no—Mika, stop saying that—! I-I always wanted you to address me as you’re mother! But right now—! Please not right now!"

But he didn’t stop as even though it was even embarrassing for him to call her such titles, he knew it was necessary to make the situation even more taboo then it already was.

So, he just pulled back just enough to blow cool air over her wet, throbbing nipple, watching it tighten even further.

"Look at these." He rasped, voice thick with filthy reverence. "So full. So heavy. Made for feeding me. And now your baby’s all grown up, but he still wants his milk. Still wants to suck Mommy dry."

He latched on again, harder this time, tongue lashing the peak as his hand twisted the other nipple, rolling it between oil-slick fingers.

"Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~"

Fauna’s hips bucked, a desperate whine spilling from her lips.

"Mika—please—it’s too much—your mouth—oh god—your tongue—!"

"That’s right." He murmured, switching breasts again, biting down gently before soothing with slow, wet licks. "Moan for your baby boy."

"Let me hear how good it feels when I suck these lewd tits. When I treat them like they’re mine."

He took both nipples between his fingers, tugging them upward, making her breasts jiggle obscenely as he alternated—sucking one deep while pinching the other, then swapping, never giving her a moment’s reprieve.

"Imagine if I could really drink from you." He groaned, voice raw. "If these fat tits still had milk for me. I’d suck until it spilled down my chin, until you were empty and shaking. Until Mommy came just from feeding her greedy son."

Fauna’s head thrashed, tears of shame and pleasure streaking her face.

"It feels so good—too good—B-But you can’t—Mika, you’re my baby—!"

"That’s right." He growled, biting down again. "Your baby. Your son. And I’m going to suck these tits until you come screaming my name."

"Until Mommy’s greedy pussy squirts all over because her little boy finally got what he always wanted."

He attacked her breasts with renewed ferocity—sucking, biting, licking, twisting—his mouth and hands a storm of pleasure that left her sobbing, writhing, completely lost.

Fauna couldn’t fight it anymore.

The taboo words, the forbidden touch, the overwhelming truth of who he was and what he was doing to her.

It pushed her over the edge and she felt something coming from deep inside of her that felt like it was going to rush out of her body like a waterfall.