SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!-Chapter 293: Spread It Wide

Fauna’s mind was fracturing.

One part of her—the mother—was screaming, clawing at the walls of her conscience:

This is Mika. Your baby. Your son. Stop this. Push him away. Be the adult.

The other part—the woman—was melting, surrendering, drowning in sensation:

It feels so good...so alive...I haven’t felt this way in years...maybe ever...

Her internal voice was a frantic, adorable mess, innocent and lustful all at once.

’No, no, no, Fauna! Bad! This is wrong! He’s your little boy! Remember when he was tiny and you rocked him to sleep? Remember his first steps?’

’His first word was "Mama"! You can’t feel this way when he’s sucking on your—oh god—when he’s sucking on your breasts like that!’

But another voice, breathy and needy, whispered back:

’But it feels so good...so warm.’

’His mouth is so hot and perfect and my nipples—oh they’ve never been this hard...it’s like electricity every time he pulls.’

I feel alive...really alive...down there too...Why am I so wet? Why does it ache so much?’

She then remembered, suddenly, bitterly: she had never breastfed him.

One of her sisters had—the elusive one that stayed in the shadows.

Someone else had held her baby to their chest, given him what she couldn’t at the time.

She had always carried that quiet jealousy, that tiny regret.

And now...

Now her grown son was latched to her breast, sucking with hungry, adult fervor.

But it didn’t feel motherly.

It felt filthy.

Taboo.

Lustful.

’If only I could have fed him like this when he was little...’

The thought slipped in, unbidden, and she hated herself for it.

’But this isn’t feeding...This is...This is something else...something naughty...something a mother should never—oh god—his tongue—’

She could even feel a strange pressure coming from her breasts that flowed down to her hidden garden, almost as if something was about to erupt at any moment.

Her pussy was throbbing violently.

Mika also seemed to notice the intensity of her reaction and he suddenly stopped kneading her breasts and declared,

"I’ve given these gorgeous tits enough love for now, Fauna." He said, voice rough. "But there’s another part of you that’s aching for attention. I can feel hear it calling for me."

Before Fauna could process, he moved to the foot of the table, hands hooking into the waistband of her soaked panties.

Panic surged.

"No—Mika, wait—!"

She tried to clamp her thighs shut, hands flying down to stop him, but he was faster. The lace slid down her legs and off, leaving her completely exposed.

Fauna’s heart stopped.

Her pussy was drenched—glistening, swollen, lips parted and trembling, a thin strand of arousal stretching from her entrance to the discarded panties.

The cool air hit her clit and she jerked, a fresh trickle leaking out.

’He’s going to see. He’s going to know. He’ll know how wet I am—how much I liked it—how wrong this is—’

She waited for disgust, for shock, for him to pull away.

But instead, Mika blinked, then let out a relieved laugh.

"Holy shit." He said, grinning. "For a second I thought you were actually soaked for me. I thought that you were actually wet for me like a women would be."

"...And it honestly gave me a heart attack."

Fauna stared, brain short-circuiting, as he then pointed at the glistening mess between her thighs, still chuckling.

"But turns, it’s just the oil! All that massage oil built up and soaked through your panties. Makes total sense."

Fauna’s mouth opened, closed before exhaled a massive, shaky sigh of relief, clutching her chest dramatically.

"Y-Yes! Exactly!" She said quickly, voice high and desperate. "All the oil...it just...pooled there! Because my underwear was the last thing on, and...and it absorbed everything! That’s all!"

Inside, her thoughts raced.

’Thank the gods he believed it! Thank the gods he’s still so innocent!’

’If he knew it’s not oil...and that it’s me...that I’m dripping because of him...because my baby boy made me this wet...’

’Oh god, I’d probably have to fly to another planet and never come back again.’

Of course Mika knew.

The scent alone gave it away—sweet, musky, unmistakably feminine arousal, nothing like the neutral lavender oil he’d poured earlier.

And the way her folds glistened, the clear, viscous strands stretching between her lips when he’d peeled the panties away.

The slight quiver of her entrance as if begging to be filled...it was all love juice, thick and copious, proof of how deeply his touch had affected her.

But he couldn’t reveal that. Not yet.

They were still too early in the game.

If Fauna realized the truth—if she understood that her own body was reacting to her son with raw sexual need—she would spiral.

She’d panic, deny, shut down, maybe even bolt from the room in tears. All his careful progress would unravel.

So he played innocent and let out a low, appreciative whistle, eyes fixed between her legs.

"Well, whatever it is." He said with a wicked little smile. "I have to say, Fauna...with all that oil covering it, your pussy looks insanely erotic right now."

Fauna’s breath hitched, her thighs twitching as if to close, but she forced them to stay open.

He leaned closer, voice dropping to a husky murmur as his fingers traced the outer lips, spreading the slickness further.

"Look at these pretty little folds...so puffy and flushed, glistening like they’ve been kissed by honey. And this tiny clit..." He brushed it lightly with a thumb, making her jerk and whimper. "...peeking out all swollen and needy, begging for attention."

Fauna’s hands fisted in the cushion, a soft, embarrassed moan escaping despite her efforts.

"And inside...god, the pink is so vivid." Mika’s fingers dipped lower, parting her gently. "Like wet silk. These walls are fluttering already, clenching around nothing."

"Bet they’d feel like heaven wrapped around a cock."

He glanced up at her flushed, mortified face and grinned.

"I need a better look." He said, tone casual but commanding. "Spread your legs wider, Fauna."

"Use your hands—open that pretty pussy for me."

"I want to see all of it. The fleshy pink inside, every little detail."

Fauna’s eyes went wide, a strangled sound catching in her throat.

"N-No, Mika...that’s...that’s too embarrassing! I can’t—"

He tilted his head, voice gentle but firm.

"That’s what I make women do when I give them the full experience." He said. "I like appreciating every inch. So, if you really want to know what your colleagues felt...you’ll let me see."

Fauna’s mind screamed at her to refuse.

’This is wrong! He’s your son! You can’t spread yourself open for him like one of his women!’

But another part of her—the part that was throbbing, aching, desperate to prove this was just ’relaxation’ and not arousal—whispered that if she did this, if she showed him and felt nothing more, she could finally silence the terrifying heat inside her.

So, with trembling hands, she obeyed.

Slowly, hesitantly, she lifted her knees toward her chest, thighs falling open until her feet rested near her hips.

The position exposed everything—her slick, swollen pussy, the tiny twitch of her entrance, even the tight, pale pucker of her anus below.

Then, cheeks burning, she reached down with shaking fingers and parted her lips.

The cool air hit her fully exposed insides.

A fresh gush of arousal leaked out, dripping down toward her ass.

Mika’s breath audibly caught.

"Fuck..." He whispered, voice raw with awe. "Look at that..."

The entrance fluttered, as if breathing, small beads of her juices gathering and sliding down. Higher up, her clit stood proud and throbbing, begging.

"My mother’s pussy..." He murmured, almost to himself, eyes dark with taboo hunger. "So perfect...so tiny and tight...but dripping like it’s starving for cock."

"That little hole opening and closing, begging to be filled...and this pretty clit, all swollen and shiny."

Hearing these filthy words, Fauna whimpered, mortified tears pricking her eyes.

But she couldn’t close her legs. Couldn’t hide.

Because even as shame burned her alive...

...the exposure, his filthy praise, the cool air on her spread-open sex...

...only made her wetter.

And deep, deep down, in the place she refused to acknowledge...

...she loved being seen like this.

By him.

By her beloved son.